I agree with PaLady! 100%
I, myself, got a tick. It embedded itself on my upper chest when I was
14. My family was wildnerness camping with another family and
the only one who knew anything at all was the father of the other family.
OMG. I remember something about
a match, a cup of gasoline ... dunno what
else. Something HAD to be done and he was the only one to do it. I will never
ever forget. He has long-since gone to Heaven. (I hope)
It was before the days of Lyme disease, I think.
Take him to the doctor, Bluejet. Men!!