An update on the brain tick
So by now most of you have figured out that the brain tick was, in fact, an engorged tick that most likely fell off our dog. I would just like to point out that everything before the line “here is where the story gets weird” is entirely true. The rest is true in some alternate reality, I’m sure. And who’s to say that a tick can’t affect a person’s brain?
brain tick (safely ensconced in jar) hiking with Tretan
Tretan was the first one of us to notice the tick. He then spent the rest of the day with it — hiking with it, talking to it, wanting it to sleep (in its jar) next to him. And then he started with the face when we suggested a different ending for the tick’s day. I think it got to his brain.
Do you have any idea how much enjoyment others get from your stories? Well, Stephanie and I didn’t get as much enjoyment from this one; for some reason the guys wouldn’t admit they were taken in…Ken knew exactly where the story got “weird,” but guess they enjoyed Stephanie and I being horrified and didn’t want to spoil it for us! I want to tell you, that story was told to many and now I wonder if they were all just enjoying my gullibility.