Harper came home from her field trip to St. John's University. She told me all about her nature hike and how I needed to "search her for all kinds of ticks." She even had a giant sticker that reminded me to begin the search.
"Mama. I actually had a tick. But one of the teachers, whose not really a teacher, just a helper teacher on field trip days, she got it off me. It was a BAD tick, Mama. The worst kind. It. Was. A. BOY. Tick. Those are the worst kind!!"
Yeah - gotta watch out for those boy ticks, Harps. They are the worst.