I was never one of those girls who went shrieking for the hills when
she saw a bug. I was raised in the country, and I'm proud of it. But
when I pulled a tick out of my daughter's blonde bangs last weekend, I
flipped out. My breathing sped up, and as hard as I smushed a
bunched-up napkin against the tick on the table, nothing would make
that sucker die.
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