I think it must have been when I was crashing through the foliage of Greenroofer's railway snicket from Myreside Road to Colinton Road down the side of Watsonian's cricket ground that I picked up a tick on the back of my thigh.
Now my doctor gave me a formal instruction to take ticks seriously after learning that I got them regularly whilst running. Shorts and short sleeved tops are verboten to avoid tick-borne encephalitis or even Lyme disease. Any ticks got are to be removed by no means other than a tick-pick;
http://www.otom.com/how-to-remove-a-tick
Now I don't keep a tick pick in the office, and in fact I left mine at my mate's in Northumberland at the weekend. So I'm oddly proud of the improvised pick I just made from a sheet of Diet Coke can. Quick trip to the disabled toilets and the unwelcome arachnid has been consigned to the sink intact and alive.
I think I'll add the improvised instrument to my toolkit.