Tick Flick

I woke up around two o’clock this morning because I felt something crawling up my arm.  I knew it was a tick.  In the dark, I was able to wrangle it.  I walked into the bathroom, flicked on the light, grabbed Kenny’s lighter and gave it a good burning, then flushed it down the toilet.

I had trouble falling back asleep because I kept feeling like there were ticks on me.  As it turns out, there were.  Every time I got up and went into the lighted bathroom, I would find another one either crawling up my arms or already embedded into my scalp.  Meanwhile, Kenny was fast asleep, undisturbed.

I finally fell asleep at some point and when the alarm buzzed at five-thirty, I was not ready to get up.  I told Kenny about my tick troubles and how I barely slept.  He said, “Yeah, I kept feeling them on me, too.”

After much thought, I said, “Wait, you never got out of bed.  What did you do with them?”  He said, “Oh, I just flicked them off of me.”

Yeah, onto me!