
I have taken the bull by the horns - or the tick by its disgusting bloaty ass - and have pulled it out! It was already dead from the Frontline, but still revolting. I had an appointment in about an hour to go to the vets, but I'm pushed for time so I just thought, go for it. It looks intact, and I couldn't even find the place where it had been afterwards. I'm going to give her a good bath, and then comb her ears through.
Thanks for all the advice. Mr Tick is now sat on a piece of kitchen roll in the living room, waiting for the rest of the family to come home to have a look at.