At first, we laughed it off. Then we looked closer.
The thing in her hair didn’t look like food, or dust, or anything normal. It was round, folded, almost… organic. The more we examined it, the more a cold, crawling fear spread between us. We whispered the worst possibilities, checked if it moved, searched images online — until the trut… Continues…
We both felt a wave of nausea when we finally matched it: not a random speck, not a harmless seed, but a crushed tick that had been riding along, hidden in her hair. Suddenly, every moment from the last few days felt dangerous in hindsight — the walks outside, the naps on the grass, the showers where it went unnoticed.
After the initial shock, we moved from panic to action. We checked her scalp carefully for any remaining parts, watched for redness or irritation, and decided to contact a doctor just to be safe. That strange, misshapen dot became a harsh reminder of how easily something unsettling can slip into everyday life. Now, every time we come back from nature, we inspect each other’s hair and skin. It’s a small ritual, born from one disturbing discovery we’ll never forget.
