Living in Florida you see all kinds of bugs.  I am OK with roaches, black widows, ear wigs, silverfish- you name it I am OK as long as they stay on their side of the room and I stay on mine.  If they come near I have no problem with smashing them.  So, the other day I pick up Dylan from school and he is playing with the back of his head.  I ask what is wrong but he won't say.  He just keeps trying to take a picture of the back of his head with his phone.  Needless to say by the time we were halfway down Branford Highway he comes clean- that he has a huge tick in the back of his head.  I stay calm and let him know that Dad can get it out when we get home- that is the kind of things that Dads do right?  Oh no, he says- Dad will not be touching his head. (They had an agrument the night before).  So, I do the next bext thing- call the Doctor.  She gets on the phone and I ask if I can just bring him buy to get the tick out. Oh no, she says that I can do it-  I tell her- have you seen the size of it?  She gives me a few tips and home we go.  Needless to say the trick was dish soap and tweezers.  I pulled out about 15 hairs along with it- but out he came.  Dylan decided to burn it.  So he lights the tick in the house on a paper towel.  The rest is history- paper towel on fire- Dylan running through the house trying to get out the buring fire in his hand- ashes everwhere- but whew tick gone- and I only used one bad word through the entire thing!  YAY Mom!