Disclaimer: This post contains images of a disgusting, blood-sucking parasite…no, not the one currently occupying the White House…I am talking an actual arachnid. If you’re squeamish about creepy crawlies, you might want to scroll quickly.
The first summer we lived in Sweden, Jacoby went out on several outdoor expeditions in the tall grass on the slope near our apartment.
A day or two after one such outing, I petted Jake and felt…a lump. I inspected it more closely, and…EWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwww!
It was a tick! A big, nasty, swollen, blood-engorged tick! I don’t do exoskeletal, multi-legged things (except lobsters, crabs and shrimp), but Björn grew up next to a lake in Sweden and has dealt with ticks many times. He even had the appropriate extraction tool at the ready.
Between cringing and making “ew” noises, I wasn’t much help.
So I just held Jake still and took photos.
I am so glad that Björn knows how to handle these monsters. It was hard enough just taking and editing the photos!
All I know about ticks is what I’ve read in the Warriors books, and I was fresh out of moss and mouse bile.
Of course, I could have always looked online for instructions on tick removal…but there was still that whole “I don’t do bugs” thing, so…
…it’s a good thing I have Björn.
Because…Ew! Ew-ew-ew-ew! EWWW!