ticked off...

because this, this thing, had its head burrowed into austen's leg yesterday. he got up in the morning and i heard him say, "dad, i think there is a spider on my leg".  he's 12, and sometimes a dork so i didn't pay much attention.

don came downstairs with that thing on a piece of paper after he plucked it out of austen's skin. i took a picture of it as it scurried across my desk before don flushed it.

i googled ticks to find a picture because i wasn't even sure that it was a tick. it was. an american dog tick. i wonder how it got into the house....

...champ... >:{