Poor E.

He went to a friend’s house today while I was at the hospital and when he got home he was so dirty I said, “you are taking a bath and taking it now!” So I’m running his water and he gets in the tub and immediately I see a small tick on his left hip, on the underwear line. Great. Then another. On his back on the underwear line. Then a third. In a place we shall not mention. Sigh, poor little guy.

He. Freaked. Out.

Y’all know how he hates bugs. He was totally wigging out. Some of the things screamed at the top of his lungs included, “GET IT, GET IT, IT’S SUCKING ALL MY BLOOD OUT!!!” and “I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO LOSE ALL MY BLOOD AND DIE!!!” and (in response to my very calm, “oh you poor thing”) “YES, YES, POOR LITTLE ELIJAH, POOOOOOOOORRRRR MEEEEEEE!!!”

I know how to get ticks out but these guys were stubborn! I was there for quite a while trying the fingernail polish remover and then the rubbing alcohol on just the hip tick and nothing. It didn’t like it but it wasn’t letting go.

Steve came in and was all, “holy cow, I can’t do anything with him screaming like that.” I got Elijah to calm down and Steve went to work on the ticks. And in a few minutes? They were gone.

Not sure what I was doing wrong, but apparently, Father knows best.

And Elijah? He’s ok. Believe it or not. I really thought he was going to have a heart attack for a while there. I was talking to him trying to get him to chill and stuff and I asked him if he’d like to wear some bug spray when going to his friend’s houses, something that’s safe for kids. (We don’t really have ticks in our yard, no woods around, no outdoor animals, Steve puts out stuff to take care of anything hanging around, etc.) He, of course, said he would and I could see the displeasure in Steve’s face (he doesn’t like putting stuff like that on Elijah) and I said that some kid-friendly stuff is most certainly less traumatic than Elijah having a tick!