A Disgusting detickery

Had my first meeting with a tick or two at the weekend in the village. I had jus tfinished eating lunch with the family and I had gone outside to see what the lads were doing. Jaime was standing by watching his brother search through the fur of their pet Rottweiller, with a pair or garden gloves on. I assumed that this was for protection from the dog, which at the time I did think was a little flimsy to protect someone from the jaws of Mozar. At closer inspection I decided that the boys were pulling dried peas or garbanzos out of the dogs fur. How did they get there, I wondered. Then Jose threw one of these peas on the floor and it started to move, then Jaime stamped on it and a load of blood squirted out. Very strange beans these, I said to myself. Then the men, the oracles, enlightened me as to what was going on. I then spent the rest of the afternoon, and well to be quite honest I am still doing it now, itching and checking that no ticks have crawled into my ears. Grosse! If anyone is interested in seeing what happens when you stand on a tick you can check out this youtube video that I found. I swear that website is mental, anything you could possible want to find must be on there somewhere. Some nutter with a camera will have taped it at some point!