During my reading group time with my first graders, I scratched the back of my arm and felt a knot. I had a long-sleeved shirt on, so I reached down the side of my shirt to investigate. I didn’t really know what I was feeling, but knew it was not part of my arm. I know this must be so gross to read. I actually feel sick reliving the moment. I ended up pulling a small deer tick off of me. It was alive, but it didn’t look like it had been feeding. I of course could not freak out in front of my kids even though I wanted to scream. I have pulled them off of the dogs many times since we have moved to New England. Finding them on oneself is a completely different story. They really are totally disgusting little things. So, I am now in the process of monitoring my arm for signs of any disease from that nasty little thing. Gross! Yuck! Eeww! I feel like another is crawling on me. I’m going to take a shower…
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