worst thing in the world was getting a tick on my butthole, about 1 inch shy of the beast. I didn’t feel it until i started walking in the morning and then i touched it and couldn’t tell what it was, thought a dingle berry but it was way to dried on i thought i was pulling hairs out. Had my buddy look at it, which took about a 2 minute conversation, nope a huge ass tick on near my butthole. Then about a 5 minute conversation about how this experience was really going to form a lifelong bond of friendship between us. Then he used tweezers and pulled it out while i bent over and spread my ass cheeks for my best friend. It was over pretty quick from start to finish but that feeling of dread still lives with me. i check near my butthole for ticks in every shower i take. and when i go camping i do a full inspection before sleeping. I think it had got on me during the day and had time all night to suck blood.