I came out of the bedroom earlier tonight, and Hotter was like "where's your tick?" Meaning Chigger, who is exceedingly tiny and tends to be attached to me if I'm home. A little later I walked past him holding the kitten. "Nice tumor," he remarked." I said he wasn't that far off in size from the last tumor I had removed. "Nah, he's way bigger," Hotter said. I glanced down at Chigs. "Well, maybe you're right, my OB said Steve was about the size of a baseball, and Chigger is probably twice that size," I conceded. "No," Hotter said, "I was referring to The XY."