elanya

So here I am at home, casually going about my own business and working on thesis stuff... I decided that I was happy *enough* with the conclusion I wrote last night and have moved on to making corrections in my earlier chapters from Carl's comments.

Suddenly, I hear a little 'click' as something fall on to my keyboard from somewhere... The ceiling? Maybe? I look at it more closely and... it s a *tick*!!! There was a tick in my house, on my ceiling and if it had slightly better aim it could have fallen on my head! I probably wouldn't have even noticed it.

I don't like ticks, but I can handle them if I expect them. I did not expect a tick on my keyboard and now I'm all paranoid about where it came from, and that maybe there are other ticks in my ceiling and they will find a way to get me. Hooray for irrationality!

I am going to make some lunch. And check for ticks.

(PS it was a dog tick, For The Google Tells Me So.)