Okay, here's a scenario for you folks.
(Warning: some material may not be suitable for the squeemish.)Your roomie has two miniature dauchshunds, one of whom is named Flash. He is a delightful little animal most days. A strange one, too, because you've never known a dog who bites its nails. Anyway, one quiet evening, upon looking in Flash's ear, you happen to discover what looks like a plump, brown tick.
[Ewww! Get it awaaay!
Yes, that was my response also.]
But, further, after alert your roomie, she suggests that
you put vaseline on the icky invader.
"Are you okay with that?" she asks, nervously holding the dog's little head and looking at you with pleading eyes.
"Ummm, well, okay," you say. So you coat the gross thing with vaseline. After all, poor Flash shouldn't suffer because his owner is faint of heart. Of course, you aren't even sure if it's good to put vaseline on ticks.
The epic scenario doesn't end here, however, because the tick seems quite happy where it is, despite being slathered with the finest vaseline that Johnson & Johnson produces.
Then your roomie gazes at you as if you're supposed to know what to do. Thus, you hesitantly suggest to do something that you've always heard will work: put something hot on or near the disgusting tick so it'll back its head out. She agrees, though she kept worrying that you'll burn poor Flash's "sensitive hairs" around his ear.
You fire up a burner on the gas stove and plunge the tip of a pairing knife into the blue flames while she keeps reassuring the trembling doggie. Wouldn't you feel like you were in a bizzare episode of some show called Ways to Gross Out Your Roommate?? Wouldn't you want to walk off the set?
Yet, no--you're committed. The danger is clear and present. The dog is distressed, your roomie is even more so. You
must act.
She insists that she can't bear to hold the knife. And, while I'll spare you some of the details, I will say that you won't want to hear
anything sizzling for a long, long time....
But it gets better! She bestows upon you the great privilege of wielding the tweasers to remove the disengaged tick. Isn't that just swell of her??
So here's my question: don't you think, after performing such a great service, you should receive some sort of glorious recompense. Say... no dishwashing for two whole weeks? No taking out the garbage for a month maybe? Well, I suppose I'd settle for a Best Roomie Ever Award. Seriously, I'm way too nice sometimes, I think... ICK!! GAG!!