Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Tick Tock Tick

School starts tomorrow. That means today is Crazy Busy Day. Although I had a "to do" list a mile ling, there were not a lot of the tasks that could be accomplished at 6:30 AM. I had filled my belly with a Monster Energy Drink, wrapped several orders from online sales, written a shopping list, answered some mail and laughed at the local news of a crocodile discovered in the Kansas City metro area. This isn't exactly 'gator country. Post office wasn't open yet, and the girl-who-wants-to-go-shopping was still sleeping. I took some food out to the critters, and noticed how unruly the lawn had become. Cloud cover had dropped the temperature, so I figured I could give it a quick buzz cut. (Just 'cause a lawnmower amputated one of my fingers, they don't scare me.) It is really quite a pleasant task. There are immediate, visible results of the effort. The smell is pure heaven. The delicious thrill I got from executing several hundred grasshoppers in a hideously torturous way will set my karma back a notch or two though, I bet. (I really dislike bugs.) The quicker ones leapt out of the way at the sound of approaching death-on-a-blade. But those who are slow, weak, or not limber enough to do the lawnmower limbo became fertilizer. Apparently a few of them sent out a clarion call to their insect brethren moments before their demise, to avenge their execution. I do not speak bug though, so I was unaware, until retribution was exacted. When I was finished, I stepped back and admired the freshly-shorn grass. It was lovely. I came in and showered, and by now, the girl-who-wants-to-go-shopping was awake. And nagging. "Come on, Mom," she moaned outside the bathroom door. "OK, OK, I'm just washing my hair......what's this?" I felt something on my head, which was neither scalp nor hair. "M-ahhhhh-m." "Just a minute, I've got.....ack! I've got shampoo in my eyes and something on my head." "Can I at least come in and go?" Trying to retain my eyesight, I am drenching my face with water. "Glurp, glub." She took this to be an affirmative, and entered. De-sudsed, I step out, still feeling around on my head for the not-hair-not-scalp lump. I see a momentary shiver cross sweet-sixteen's face at the vision of her dripping 52 year-old gene donor. "Can we go? Your hair will dry in the car. There's a sale at the mall that is only good for the first hour. Come o-o-o-o-n." I temporarily postpone the head hunt and get dressed to placate her. I know she is nervous about the first day of school and wants to find just the right thing to wear. Brushing my hair, I feel a snag, and poke around with my fingers again. Ah-ha! I grasp with fingernails and tug. Then tug harder. Release! I lower my hand to see a fat, wriggling tick. (A moment for all you city folk to go "ewwww!" Out here on the farm, it is commonplace, and one of those things you just get used to after a while. Did I mention how much I dislike bugs?) "M-ahhhhh-m. Come on, I want to oh my God you're bleeding!" Indeed. Dislodging a tick that has sucked all of the blood in your head to the surface to gorge on, causes quite a gusher. Especially with blond hair. I looked like an extra in a Wes Craven movie. Still holding the tick firmly between my fingernails, I turned on the hot water spigot full volume. (I can just hear my karma bucket emptying). Down the drain it went, a steamy trip to the septic tank. There is probably a mutant batch of bugs living in there, plotting to take over the world. Meanwhile Daughter had gone to the medicine cabinet and retrieved gauze. I have a vision of us marching into the mall looking like Revolutionary War soldiers, with her playing her flute and me with my head swathed in bandages, determined not to shoot the credit card out of my purse until we saw the whites of the sale tags. Fortunately, I am a quick clotter, and soon the spot was daubed and dried. We were determined to proceed, succeed and not bleed. Daughter is now also shorn, her hair cropped in a snappy new 'do, and we found a spectacular outfit. I mailed out many packages, answered questions, and sent out notices. Tomorrow a new day dawns. Please Lord, let it be bug-free.

13 Comments:

Blogger Suzie said...

SHOOO BUGS, SHOOOOO!!!!!

You have an incredible amount of patience with your daughter or else I'm just interpreting her "Ma-haaaaaa-m"s as being nagging when they weren't. As far as the shower exiting situation, that was standard practice in my household. The four daughters and Mom would trape around the house all the time... it was my Dad who was running for cover all the time. He always made us laugh with his insecurities.

8/17/2005 07:51:00 PM  
Blogger buffi said...

EEEEWWWW!!! And I am not a city girl. But, very tick averse. Proceed, succeed, and not bleed - HA!! Is your last name Seuss??

8/17/2005 09:44:00 PM  
Anonymous Theresa said...

Oh thank gawd I was sitting down. Yeah, I was saying EEWWW! I loved the gene donor thing! You rock Marti...

8/18/2005 07:35:00 AM  
Blogger Marti said...

LOL!

Glad I gave everyone a chuckle.

Yes, I have had a lot of "ewww" moments since first moving here 20 years ago. First time I found a tick on me I was HORRIFIED - LOL!

Suzie - Daughter was nagging a bit, but I knew she was so excited/nervous about school starting, I let it slide LOL

This morning, this dressed-up teenager emerged from her room, all made up, and I wanted to know where my baby girl went! LOL!

8/18/2005 09:59:00 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

At least it turned out well, and you didn't have to rub nail polish remover on your scalp to get the little tick out.

8/18/2005 06:39:00 PM  
Blogger zazzafooky said...

I would have died. They'd have had to bury me right then & there.

8/18/2005 10:11:00 PM  
Blogger Courtney said...

Ticks are yucky. I had one not too long ago. Ewwwww.

8/18/2005 11:20:00 PM  
Blogger Marti said...

LOL to all!

Yes, I am relieved more drastic measures weren't required...some folks advise using a just-blown-out match to touch to the tick, burning his butt and forcing him to back out.

I imagine if I tried that I would burn all my hair off - LOL!

Thank you all for stopping by!

8/19/2005 03:50:00 AM  
Blogger Laina said...

I hate ticks! Makes me glad that my Little Man is still a baldie--easier to see them if they get on him (although none have yet, thank God).

8/19/2005 08:23:00 AM  
Blogger Marti said...

I try, I really try, to understand why a Higher Power would have created all of these hideous little creatures - LOL!

I truly loathe the little boogers!

(I'm obviously not at a high enough spiritual plane yet - LOL!)

Let's hope your little fellow will stay tick-free for many years to come!

8/19/2005 05:10:00 PM  
Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

I hope all went well for your daughter at school.

Yucky tick!! Bleeding profusely must have been a real joy.
Isn't life exciting? It's like a box of chocolates...

8/19/2005 07:28:00 PM  
Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

Courtney just posted a hilarious piece. Sometimes she just nails it! No bugs though.

8/19/2005 07:30:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

greetings from someone who loves you and was actually there years ago when you lost your finger.
Pam

8/22/2005 10:59:00 AM  

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