I was at a cottage in Ottawa one weekend with some friends, it was a pretty old dump we rented which was probably infested with all kinds of shit.
Anyway the morning we were to leave I was taking a dump when I could have sworn I saw a hair moving on my quadriceps. I just about lost my shit (literally and figuratively) when I examined it closer and saw the "hair" moving. Keep in mind I had never even heard of a "tick" at the time - I just yanked it out (idiotic move, I know), saw how long it was and realized how deep it must've gone, and subsequently screamed like a little girl.
My friends came in and took a look at it in the toilet (along with my floaters) and told me what it was. Afterward they all ran into their own rooms and stripped down and spent the next half hour examining every hair on their body haha. I looked it up online and realized how dangerous it was to pull one of these things out, but fortunately I managed to extract it cleanly.
I was paranoid as **** during the long drive back to Toronto and swore I could feel a whole army of them crawling underneath the skin of my leg. I immediately checked myself into the ER as soon as we got to the city where they confirmed I was clean haha. Most uncomfortable drive EVER.