On the subject of ticks....c/c?

You are a hoot! I am rolling and have vowed not to read another one tonight cause I want to savor this for awhile!! I was rolling down a small hill when I was around 10 and my friend started screaming, "OOOO YOU HAVE A BUG IN YOUR HAIR." It was a fat (from my blood) wood tick. That's just what mom did, made me bend over the "bowl" poured salt on it and put the tip of a hot match on it and the thing fell off - ugly sucker. Good night Sin - that poem is my bedtime story.