Me: How was work?
Him: It was good. I pulled a tick off, no blood. I don't think he had dug in. I kept him, though.
Me: You kept him?!
Him: It's always a good idea to. Just in case something happens and they can test it for lyme.
Me: Right. Where are you keeping him?
Him: In a perfectly sealed plastic bag on my dresser.
Me: That's gross, but okay. Did you name him?
Him: Hmm, he has one big white spot on his back. So I think maybe, Octavian.
Me: That's a good, strong name.
Him: Thank you! It's suiting because Octavian sucked the life out of the Roman Republic as the one ruler.
Just a glimpse into what it's like dating a very intelligent, imaginative man. It's fun.