When Dad was in the army, he’d have to go away every so often on bivouacs (isn’t that a great word? I think I’ll have to say it again…BIVOUAC) in the bush. When he got back, Mum would strip him naked, get out mineral turpentine, and search for ticks.
They really love navels and armpits. He had one in his armpit once shudder. But I KNOW it could have been worse
This is why you get a cat and never allow it outside the house.
Yes it could have been. True love is when you spend two hours with a tweezer picking pubic lice out of your boyfriend’s ass-crack hairs. Ask me how I know this.
Uh… wow, OpalCat. I can’t think of anything I’ve ever heard of that shows more devotion than that.
I am impressed… in a sort of “glad it wasn’t me” way.
Because we are sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick people.
(By the way, ask who’s the reigning King Of TMI… go on, ask. :D)
That’s not a job for a tweezers. That’s a job for some anbesol, some rubbing alcohol and a cigarette lighter.
Opalcat, my dear, your true love is duly acknowledged… however, I question your boyfriend’s love for YOU.
That sounds like a job for a razor and meds. Shave the man down, apply medications, and adjourn.
Gosh, SPOOFE, something tells me I don’t have to. 
You wanna get real grossed out, read Cecil’s article about teratomas. Fucking sick.
Ticks and zits and teratomas, oh, my.
Well, you guys have certainly ruined lunch for me.
I have tried this line on the ladies on more than one occasion.
Ticks make me an atheist. I can’t imagine any god in any world making ticks for any reason. They are foul, horrible creatures.
I believe this may be what the football officials refer to as a “late hit,” but nonetheless:
Around the kaylasdad household, the term is “cat caviar.”
We did use lice shampoo on him as well.
He said at the time that he thinks he got them from me. Impossible since A) I was totally shaved “down there” and B) I never had them, not then and not after.
Ah well. He wasn’t the most devoted guy in the world, no. My husband (11 years this summer!!!) on the other hand, is.
Actually, they are notorious carriers of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. According to this source,
Incidentally, I come from one of the counties that has the distinction of having the highest incidence of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever in my state (NC), which happens to have the highest incidence of cases in the US. Although seeing ticks was very commonplace throughout my upbringing, I do take them seriously, and wash up after contact with them. After hiking, especially when I go back home, I always do a careful check for ticks. I think my personal record is around 28 ticks from one outing. My preferred method of destroying them is wrapping them in a paper towel and immolating them. (Crushing them is darned difficult unless they’re very engorged, and exposes you to their bodily fluids. I’ve been told that flushing them down the toilet is a bad idea, as they often don’t get flushed down or drowned, and then you are left exposing some tender and juicy parts to them upon their return. )
Just doing my part to share TMI…
“Kitty Roca”
“Brown and Hailey makes 'em daily.”
:eek:
As always, when reading about the plagues of bugs that you Merkans have down south, I once again offer a prayer to the Creator for letting me live in cold, relatively bug-free Canada.
“Kitty McNuggets.”
Why do I keep thinking of the oneliner, “Mama! Mama! Baby is eating grapes off the dog!”