Pseudo-Tick
L ate last night, Sheila noticed something tiny latched onto her inner leg just above the ankle. It looked like a tick with its head buried into her skin so I grabbed the magnifying glass from my desk and a flashlight to get a closer look. I would need the magnifying glass to remove this tiny thing anyway. Looking at it under the magnifying glass wasn't much better than looking at it with my bare eyes. It was too small to lightly grasp with my fingers so I retrieved a pair of tweezers. I carefully grasped the tiny thing with the tweezers and pulled. It easily unlatched from Sheila's leg. Whatever this tiny thing was, it sort of resembled a tick that had been accidentally partially brushed off or unknowingly scratched because it appeared to be crushed. When I lightly grasped it with the tweezers, it pulled off so easily that I was thinking to myself that this came off far easier than the bloated tick I had embedded in my s...