Scratch that itch.

So, it's true, tricks don't like me. In fact, they bite me and die, true.  I always thought it was my medicine, you know, all those arthritic meds.  So, for years and years, I have not had one tick bite, not one stick on me, nothing. So, the other day, I went to my ex.-son-in-law's house and was picking green beans and my husband complained that he had a tick crawling on him and I said, they never bite me.  Well, today, I had this itch and what is so remarkable about this itch is a few months ago, that itch would have not been scratched without a coat hanger, you see, it was in the middle of my large assed leg and I couldn't reach it, like I said, I couldn't reach it.  So, I'm scratching and think why am I itching so badly and the itch cream didn't help so I stood up and turned my head and my waist and I saw it, yep, it was there and stuck on my, this huge black tick and I screeched and hubby said he would pick it off but I had already grabbed it and pulled it off. I know!  The fantastic thing, I was actually bending over picking green beans, I could not only reach the back of my leg, but by god, I could see it too. And the kicker, the ticks, they like me and that must mean something.  Right?