Yesterday morning my 14 year old son came down stairs visibly flustered. “There’s a tick stuck in me.” I squinted and strained my eyes to try and decipher what I was actually looking at. This was a speck, no bigger than a grain of sand or the tip of a pin; it could easily be mistaken for an ordinary skin mole or a fleck of dirt. After several minutes I concluded that this little dot was indeed a tick embedded in his shoulder.
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