The Tick

I don't know how else to say this. I found a tick on my nutsack this morning. Little bugger was just hanging out, nestled right in-between the boys. Thank God for the basic need to scratch one's mess in the morning, else he may have gorged himself for a day or three. So I pull him off, flush him, and check myself all over. Kinda made me sad...almost like I could've kept him as my pet nutsack-tick named Reginald or Horace. That said, I'm pretty sure I don't want anything munching on my nutsack unless they're female and they're hot. Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out where the hell I picked up my buddy....Kelly's dog? The hike in Umstead? Starbucks?

Spoon, fool....spoon.