The good thing about ticks?

What could be good about a tick?
My husband helped me discover this incredible perspective. I am quite sure I would have never recognized it without his help.

I woke up bleary eyed, went to the bathroom to wet down my head and wake up. As I was pushing the water around I felt something attached to the back of my neck. I could not see it but I instinctively knew what it was. A tick!!! Now, intellectually I know that you are supposed to be careful when removing ticks so their head does not get stuck in your skin. However, panic prevailed and I scratched it off immediately. It just had to be off that instant, you understand! Ugh- Yuck- Nasty!! There it was in the bathtub- thankfully with its head still attached to itself. The remainder of my day was spent feeling nonexistent ticks all over my body. It did not help at all that I continued to find dead ones around the house. They must be hitching a ride on the dogs and then dying because of their Frontline treatments. (Why is there no Frontline for humans, anyways?)
Except for the one that survived and found its way to feed on my neck while I slept.
As I was going  through my day itching at myself and complaining about the AWFUL ticks, my husband, in his non-plussed way of dealing with such things as insects, said to me, "Well, the good thing about ticks is that you can see them and they just keep getting bigger until you can't miss them."
Okay. Really?
"Yeah, that's a great thing about ticks," I thought and said sarcastically.
But the more I thought about it, I had to admit the truth in his statement, or at least recognize the perspective.
Imagine, I thought, if ticks just buried themselves, unseen under your skin and fed on you until there was next to nothing left and you never knew it until it was far too late. You knew it was there, but you could never find it! Yep THAT would be worse. There actually are unseen parasites, so I suppose there is an argument that in the bug world there are creepier things.
Deep breath...
Okay, so as I think about it I begin to relax a little bit. I stop seeing ticks everywhere and I am able to proceed with caution through my daily routine. As I relaxed and got on with things, I was able to make some connections with this strange train of thought that ticks could be good. I was thinking: it's too bad the "ticks" in our lives are not as easily recognized and as heartily removed as the real thing. The attitudes we have, and the things we do or possess that we allow to suck our life blood are not always as easily spotted, or indeed frantically gotten rid of. Sometimes those "ticks" have to become extremely engorged before we recognize them. In fact, the removal may even become painful because they have become so much a part of us and how we do things. Are you picturing with me the person walking around with an enormous tick attached to their neck, oblivious? Perhaps God gave us ticks for illustrative purposes. Could it be that we can learn something useful from the tick? While I ruminate on this new found perspective I wonder if I will come to appreciate the little insects. Maybe even see one and say thank you?
Probably not.