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.