All of a sudden I had this sudden urge to scratch the side of my head. I felt something stuck to it. What was it? Dirt? A sticker I had put there but forgot about? I had no idea. So I scratched it off my head. When I looked down to see what it was, I noticed it slightly resembled a tick. Before I could validate this theory, I instinctively freaked out and shook my hand until it was off and somewhere on my bed. Instead of looking for the mysterious object that could possibly be a tick that was now on my bed, I decided to push it to the back of my mind and deny that this event ever occurred in case it really was a tick, meaning that there was a tick on my head. Which is gross. About 15 minutes later I see a small (yet very big) black thing crawl across my computer with the determination and animosity of an angry Cthulhu.
Artist's rendition of the tick that was on my laptop
It seemed that my theory was correct and it was a tick on my head that now wants revenge for discarding it onto my bed and forgetting about it. I screamed and flailed around, almost breaking my laptop, and ran off my bed screeching "THERE IS EITHER A VERY SMALL (BUT STILL TERRIFYING) SPIDER OR VERY LARGE TICK ON MY LAPTOP RIGHT NOW" My father, the bravest and most heroic man alive (who is also a follower of my blog) came to my rescue by calling my younger sister into the room to take care of the Cthulhu tick. She took one of my t-shirts and used it to to pick up the tick and flush it down the toilet. Now this t-shirt will either be burned or given to someone I don't like very much.
A few minutes after this terrible crisis had ended, I was like, "well, I'm sure glad that's over!" But then I started thinking, what if that wasn't the same brain-sucking tick that was on my head earlier? What if the tick on my laptop was a different tick!? And what if this survivor tick was on my bed right now laying eggs to create a mutant tick army!? Like the orc army in "Lord of the Rings" only way, way scarier.
So now, I can't sleep in my bed for at least a week or two for fear of the angry mutant tick babies.
Artist's rendition of the tick that was on my laptopIt seemed that my theory was correct and it was a tick on my head that now wants revenge for discarding it onto my bed and forgetting about it. I screamed and flailed around, almost breaking my laptop, and ran off my bed screeching "THERE IS EITHER A VERY SMALL (BUT STILL TERRIFYING) SPIDER OR VERY LARGE TICK ON MY LAPTOP RIGHT NOW" My father, the bravest and most heroic man alive (who is also a follower of my blog) came to my rescue by calling my younger sister into the room to take care of the Cthulhu tick. She took one of my t-shirts and used it to to pick up the tick and flush it down the toilet. Now this t-shirt will either be burned or given to someone I don't like very much.
A few minutes after this terrible crisis had ended, I was like, "well, I'm sure glad that's over!" But then I started thinking, what if that wasn't the same brain-sucking tick that was on my head earlier? What if the tick on my laptop was a different tick!? And what if this survivor tick was on my bed right now laying eggs to create a mutant tick army!? Like the orc army in "Lord of the Rings" only way, way scarier.
So now, I can't sleep in my bed for at least a week or two for fear of the angry mutant tick babies.
riiiiiiight emma you chould of called me i whould of been there for you :( plus im your little sister i want to be there you for but i dont want get A FRKIN SPITER OF YOUR BED!!! but if it was i tick id just trow it on you and say "Done" and then walk away thats hoe id help you ahahaha!
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