So there I was in the Walmart having a lovely conversation with this delightful old lady - about dishwasher detergent and what additives are best for hard water (yeah, I do things like that - and we agreed on Lemi-shine). As she was talking, I noticed something crawling through her short, white hair. I looked closer and it was a big, black tick. So I said "Oh, hold still darlin'. You have a tick in your hair." And she did, so I took it out. I put it on the ground to squish it, but she went after it, trying to kill it with her fingernail. That didn't work, so she was all matter-of-fact saying "I'll just pull it's head off." End of the tick. She couldn't imagine where it came from. Neither could I - she was immaculate.
And yeah, I apologized and told her I don't usually ask to put my hands in strangers' hair. But I couldn't just let her wander off with that thing on her. :shudder: She was cool with it. She thanked me, we finished our conversation, and off she went.
What would you do if you saw a complete stranger with a tick on them?
As an aside, I would just like to say I love listening to the local children talk. It's like walking around on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird.