I came back from school once from a national park trip. A tick managed to crawl down my waist and 'below the belt'. The nicest way to put it here. It was biting hard.
I got it off. But I was visibly freaked out enough that when I came from the stall, another boy asked me if something was wrong.
I gave an honest answer. He was understanding.
I got it off. But I was visibly freaked out enough that when I came from the stall, another boy asked me if something was wrong.
I gave an honest answer. He was understanding.