If you were to ask me how many ticks I have found on my loved ones, in my home or on my body, I would tell you 5.
I [hate] ticks.
They are on par only with cockroaches, which I have a similar history of killing instantly.
My skin is literally crawling as I write this.
I have found at least one, every day.
Sunday: Ezra's ear, thankfully not embedded and walking on the trim.
Monday: on the sweater that I'd worn Sunday evening.
Tuesday: as I was admiring Ezra's new baby curls, I found one in his hair, again thankfully not embedded.
Wednesday: [ewwwww] I woke up this morning, around 1:00am, to one on my neck!
Again, can I stress how much I hate ticks?
They say that they're going to be bad this year because of the mild weather and I believe it, I believe it.