The story:
I went hiking. I came back. A few days later (!) I noticed a little passenger. Awwww fuck.
The third worst part was having to sit down at my computer to look up the instructions for tick removal, knowing the little bastard was still attached.
The worst part was getting a pair of tweezers and having a tug of war with something that is holding on to my scrotum with its teeth. Tenacious little bugger, I'll give it that.
The second worst part was, since Lyme disease is possible (but rare) in Japan, going to a hospital to get some antibiotics, and having to explain to the desk staff and nurse (who did not speak English) why I wanted to see a doctor, with a waiting room full of people. Okay, I'd taken the critter alive and brought him in with me in a little box, but then they asked me "doko?" ... "where?" ... "ON MY FUCKING NUTSACK BITCH!"
At least all doctors here can speak English.
There, monster, I hope you're happy now.
PS I acknowledge that there is no dick in the photo. But tick/scrotum pic just isn't as catchy.