Hanging out with one of my clients tonight, when my phone rings. Slightly unusual, because my wife does not typically call when I am counseling. Heart rate increasing I flip open the phone, to hear my son howling in the background. The checklist comes out...broken bone, stick impaled in the body, knocked his teeth out, set his room on fire by rubbing two toys together vigorously.... No, my wife's voice, small compared to the wailing, informed me my son had a tick in the back of his head that they could not get out.
"Don't worry, daddy is coming home now. We will get it out."
Growing up, there were lots of ways we were taught to remove ticks. Put a freshly blown out match to his butt. Smother her in nail polish or petroleum jelly, which sounds like a fraternity prank. I take that back, they both do. Science tells us now that this could cause the tick to salivate, increasing opportunity for infection. I must be pretty full of tick saliva after all these years. The suggested way is to remove it with tweezers and make sure you get all of it, mouth pieces, everything.
The thing about ticks, they feed on sucking the life out of another person. I am sure you know a few, and I am not talking about ticks or Boris Karlov. The guy that always puts you down to make himself look better. The abusive relationship you find yourself in. The friends that always lead you to places you never thought you would go again. Like the science behind tick removal, I recommend forcible removal before toxicity or contamination. A burning match or Vaseline only gives them the attention they so desire. Wish them the best, love em', hope and pray for them, but don't let them give you their disease.
Tara held Cole in a hug, his head buried in her neck. With a small razor I trimmed some of the baby hair around his hairline, clearing the way for the tweezers. A firm tug and the offender was dangling by the points. I showed him to Cole and then we ceremoniously flushed him down the drain. Life became so much better.