Austin searched me out today to tell me the following situation: "I went into my room and glanced over at my bed. I saw something shiny that looked like a pebble and became excited at the thought that someone had left me a present. Upon further inspection I noticed that it was moving and was indeed, no present. It was a tick!!"
I asked him if he had flushed it. "No way. I want to see that thing suffer! Can I put it on a spoon and light a fire underneath just to see what happens?"
I asked later what ever happened to his "friend" and he said he did the above and drowned him. "It was a fitting death for what he did. He swelled up and looked really gross."
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