On Wednesday morning of last week, I took my granddaughter, Sabria, to school. Her mom and stepdad moved to Bowling Green over the summer, and Sabria attends Plano Elementary now. She wanted me to walk her into the school, so I got into the lane leading to the parking lot, the lane adjacent to the drop-off lane. At the first stop sign in my lane, Sabria informed me she had a tick on her leg.
“Why do you have ticks in your car, Gee?” she asked.