I hate ticks. Hate may be an understatement. Maybe loathe...yes, I think that is a good description too.  I hate & loathe ticks. It's definitely a phobia.

To give you an idea of the intensity of my tick phobia, I'll share an experience I had some years ago.  There was a time when I saw a tick on my shoe when I was in my car. I was in the driver's seat - driving on a road. I slammed on the brakes, stopped the car and jumped out.  I got rid of the tick by stamping my foot until it fell off. Did I mention I stopped in the middle of the road? Fortunately, the road wasn't a busy one.

Typical Solution

When I've had traumatic tick experiences (a tick is actually on my skin), it's my husband's job to rescue me by:

  • Calmly wait until I stop screaming. 
  • Bring me a glass of wine.
  • Bring me another glass of wine.
  •  Wait for me to be still for at least 1 minute.
  • Remove the tick before I start hyperventilating.

Yes, it's that bad.

The Great Tick Attack of 2019

The Problem:

We had massive bushes surrounding our house that we decided to have removed. We wanted to have a clean landscaping slate on which to be creative.

It was a hot day and I was raking leaves and pulling up remaining roots from an area that used to contain bushes. I was pretty impressed with myself and all that I was accomplishing. I was roasting, even though I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.  After about an hour and a half, I decided that I was going to spray remaining weeds and call it a day.

After I finished, I walked into the house thinking about really cold sparkling water. It was then that the horror began. I felt something on my leg. I looked down to see a tick! It was on my leg! I had totally forgotten to spray on repellent! I was wearing gardening gloves, so I tried removing it. The thing was actually biting me. I couldn't get it off!

I was home alone. This was a nightmare come true.

I immediately started screaming at the tick, telling it that it had no right to be on my leg and it needed to leave - NOW! The tick was either deaf or it didn't care if I was screaming at it.

I tried to have an out of body experience, so I could remove myself from the tick, but no luck with that idea. I was in a total state of panic. I was in tick hell with no rescue in sight.

What could I do????

The Solution:

I took a deep breath. I was standing in my kitchen. In front of me, on the counter was a case of essential oils.

I took another deep breath. I am a certified aromatherapist, I told myself. I can solve this problem!

I opened the case. In front of me were 70 bottles. What should I do? Is there an oil that can help me?

I thought about oils that repeled insects. But this was no insect, this was a tick! A monster that gave me nightmares.

Another deep breath. I reached into the case and took out my bottle of cedarwood.  I didn't to use an oil that could cause a burning sensation on my skin, although I did want the tick to feel like it was burning in hell.  In my mind, I thought about cautions associated with cedarwood essential oil...I couldn't think of any.

What were the reported properties for this oil?

Antifungal. Nice, but not needed. 

Antiseptic. That's a good one. I may need first aid.

Aphrodisiac. Ummmm no.

Anti-inflammatory. I might need that. Who knows what this thing is doing to my leg!

Astringent, Diuretic, Expectorant , Regenerative. No - nothing there.

Sedating. I need that that one for sure! I'm in a full blown panic attack.

Encourages a restful night’s sleep. Maybe later.

Antispasmodic.  Yes, I'm totally spasing out.

Circulatory stimulant. My heart rate has to be up around 180 BPD. I sure don't need that.  

Antirheumatic, Calms cough, Reduces the appearance of blemishes , Slows hair loss. No, none of them.

Stress management. I totally need that!

Grounding, Reduces anxiety, Fear, and Insecurity. I could use help for all of those.

I couldn't think of any properties that would annihilate this tick!

Enough analysis. I needed to something.

I opened the bottle of cedarwood essential oil and put about 10 drops of oil directly on the tick. I watched the tick. Five whole seconds had passed and it wasn't doing anything! I added 10 more drops. Then it happened - the tick started to move. Then it backed out and tried to get away. I took a paper towel and pinched the horrible creature. I turned on the faucet in the sink and rinsed that tick right down the drain.

This was the very first time I rescued myself from a tick. It was an empowering moment. Being an aromatherapist is a little like having super powers!


Certified Aromatherapist Founder - SHS Adult survivor of childhood learning disabilities (I'm still trying to get rid of those). Dyslexic, eccentric, idiosyncratic & always ready to fight for a good cause. Cancer survivor. Currently battling with AS.

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