Ew, Ew, EW!

"What is that on the back of your head, Liam?  Is that some kind of skin tag or something?"

We were sitting at dinner and Scot noticed this on the back of Liam's head.  Scot looked at me.

"Honey, did you know about this skin tag?"

I got up to go take a look, "What skin tag?"

He pulled up the hair on the back of Liam's head, I got a quick glimpse, and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"That's not a skin tag, that's A TICK!" I shrieked.  Then I started doing the I'm-so-skeeved-out-I-can't-sit-still dance.

We didn't have a clue how to get the damn thing off his head without leaving behind bug parts, we didn't know how long it had been there (best guess: 4 days), and we didn't know if there was any sort of medication protocol in these instances.

So, off we whisked him to Urgent Care to let the experts deal with it.  Which they did in very short order, told us he didn't need meds but to watch him for the next several weeks, and then sent us on our way.

No fuss, no muss.  For them, at least.

My skin is still crawling.