Mrs. Drax came in from walking Cadfael the other day, and whilst removing his collar let out a cry, to the effect that he had brought home a visitor - a tick.
To cut a long story shorter, she was...disinclined to remove said parasite, having done so a few times in the past and having been - rightly enough - disgusted with the whole process.
Luckily, whilst she was out I'd been painting, and it was at this pointI realised that my modelling supplies could in fact double as a makeshift amateur veterinarian surgery.
By the time I'd soused the little blighter in my surgical spirit [US: 'rubbing alcohol'] and blotted the same with my handy kitchen roll [paper towel], I had only to reach for my tweezers and a some quick de-ticking advice from the web, and lo! The little bloodsucker was deposited wriggling into a sheet of my newspaper...and crushed, like all the enemies of mankind. Luckily the scalpel was not needed.
Here's the patient this evening - I should point out that the poor fellow's in the Cone of Shame for an unrelated issue. He's a noble hound though, and it does at least afford his ears and nose some protection from the baby, who's now crawling, and always heads straight towards him!
Much more modelly stuff coming again more regularly soon: I should finish another squad tonight!
*stolen from http://fredsrx.com/Fifi/Price.htm