There was a tick on the dog and I had Nick pull it out while I sat on the dog. So far so good, right? Then he brought it over to the kitchen light and examined it closely to see if the head was still attached. What happened next is beyond my ability to comprehend.
He took it down to the basement. Beat it to nothing. Started a fire even though it was 75 in the house. Put it in the fire to cremate it. Filled the house with smoke. And burned sweetgrass to get rid of the smell of a burning tiny bug.
If this is what he does with every tick we find this summer then we are in for a hot smoky time in my house.