Not Snakes On A Plane, but rather Tick In A Bag last night. I was getting ready to take a shower, had stripped down and then saw a black spot on my side. At first I thought that a new mole had popped up or something, then I realized what it was. It was a tick. A damn tick had followed me home from Cumberland Falls and decided to start feasting on me and crap. After a few failed match burning attempts, I got tweezers and yanked him out. I've never had a tick before, so I called my grandparents about what I should do and they gave me a number to call for a registered nurse hotline. So I called and they said I should bag up the tick and call the doctor this morning just to be on the safe side.
So I have a tick in a bag at work and I feel like an idiot carrying it around. DBF said he lived out in the country when he was a kid and would get 1-2 tick bites nearly every day and never had any problems. I'm not worried about it, but my grandmother freaks out over stuff like this, so I guess for her sake, I'll call the doctor and see if they want the tick or me to come in.
Anyways, that was my terribly exciting evening. I still took my nice bath after the tick was removed, and then I went to bed, feeling like my skin was crawling due to ticks :oP