but i digress. is there an easy way to tell -- again, without a mirror or third party assistance (counting the tick as #2 [Ayi, yi, yi, yi!!]) whether a crusty scalpal bulge is a blood sucking tick?? christ, i'm itching right now.
― hurley (hurley), Friday, 15 October 2004 14:03 (twenty-one years ago)
Personally, I never leave the house unless there is snow on the ground.
Good luck.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Friday, 15 October 2004 17:02 (twenty-one years ago)
If nothing else, you'll have a new house.
― Matt (Matt), Friday, 15 October 2004 23:08 (twenty-one years ago)
Note the orientation of the hair on the plug.
Now that the plug is removed from your head it will be quite easy to examine and determine if the bump really is a tick or not.
If it is a tick then you will need to carefully extract the tick from this patch of scalp.
Replace silver dollar sized clump of scalp onto your head in the proper orientation.
Your may need to us a little duct tape to help to hold it in place until it reattaches.......
― еdë §téè£, Saturday, 16 October 2004 01:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― hurley (hurley), Saturday, 16 October 2004 10:25 (twenty-one years ago)
Alternatively, you could break into the primate house of your local zoo, befriend a good grooming species (almoast any will do) and sit back while your new friends clean your scalp of all edible pests. Almost like a spa visit, eh?
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 15:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 16:24 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 22:20 (twenty-one years ago)
http://www.rentamonkey.com/
― еdë §téè£, Wednesday, 20 October 2004 00:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― hurley (hurley), Thursday, 21 October 2004 20:15 (twenty-one years ago)
I now find myself suffering from severe trepidation regarding the once imaginary monster under my bed.
I dashed into my bedroom, grabbed a few things, my wallet, that frilly underware Dude sent me, my Hawaiian shirt signed by Don Ho, and my copy of "How to make a Million Dollars by Faking Automobile Injuries". I locked the door.
I sleep on the couch now. Sometimes I hear banging on the door and a feminine voice screaming "Let me out, you bastard! I have to use the bathroom!". I'm not fooled. It's the monster pretending to be Sheila. Even if it really IS Sheila, she could stand to lose a few pounds and the carpet in there needs to be replaced anyway.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Thursday, 21 October 2004 20:55 (twenty-one years ago)
I'm all teary eyed. I do love a good romance story.
― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 21 October 2004 22:35 (twenty-one years ago)