I found out the origins of the word "ticked" last week.
I spent an hour or two weeding my garden. Then I went inside and nursed my 5 week old baby. When she was done I noticed a dark little something on her chubby, naked little leg. It was a tick - a burrowing gosh darn tick. I felt swaths of disgust, bolts of repulsion, and reams of anger.
Yeah, I know the origins of the word "ticked."
*No babies were diseased in the discovery shared in this post - praise all that's good and holy.
2 comments:
You were a little older when you got "ticked". It had its head buried and was swollen when we found it. Much digust and repulsion. Dad got it out.
I had no idea. Maybe that is where my deep ticked"ness", rage and fear toward ticks originates.
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