I hate ticks

For some reason my yard is not the safe haven it used to be. Besides having to avoid the bees when my dad works with them. The big green snake like thing that shoots water out of its mouth when my parents are in the garden is also bumming me out. In addition, my parents now say we have ticks in the yard. I had one on me. I did not even know it was on me until my mom freaked out when she saw it on my body. She tried to knock it off but it was firmly attached. I did not like her messing with it, so I got up and started running around the house. She finally waited until my dad got home, then they tried to torture me some more by pulling on it with a cold metal thing and a stinky thing that smelled like medicine. I was not happy. Mom keeps looking at the spot. I hope I do not get another one of those things, and probably so does my mom.