Tick

I was sitting in a bedroom by the window straightening my hair; I think I was getting ready to go out. I started to examine my hair in a mirror and noticed my hair had red streaks. As I kept examining, I noticed something crawling on my scalp. I panicked and screamed for my mother. She came in, tried to comfort me and grabbed a pair of tweezers to pick the bug out. On her first attempt she picked off a dead roach; I told her that was not what I saw and to try again. On the second attempt, she pried off something that looked like a tick on steroids. She threw it on the floor and was going to stab it with the tweezers but I stopped her and told her to use a shoe.