GAG!
UGH! That reminds me of Cody's 1st tick- I had never had a dog, so never saw one, so I rushed him to the vet one night, crying that he had a growing black spot on his nose that I couldn't get off. Much to their amusement, it was a tick and I was so grossed out I almost barfed. They even had a pill container full of them for disposal (with cotton and alcohol). And I have a pretty strong stomach.
Logan's had 2, and because her hair is dark, I only found them because I give her massages in the morning. If the world came to an end, I swear, the only things that would survive are roaches and ticks. I tried wrapping one in a paper towel and stepping on it and it was like armor. Those nasty little suckers just don't die. Now I burn them in a paper towel in the sink and even then I'm not certain it's not clinging to life. I just get the willies....Thanks for the lovely photo (which of course I had to look at)