My second tick, I went to the docs so that the bite would be “on the record” in case I got ill (GPs being useless with lymes). They said the tick had broken the skin so I must go to ‘minor injuries’ down the road. “Pah” thunked I, and tried the local pet shop instead, but they were closed. The local Tinknels had no tick pullers, just lots of hardy hairy-knuckled and woefully outdated folklore recommending vaseline, fire, firearms, or sucking it off with a frogs arse.
And so in the end I actually went to the damn hospital. Their tick pullers had a picture of a dog on the wrapper.