I was sitting in bed one night and was absentmindedly scratching at a tickle on my shoulder and then realized I was scratching a bump. I got up and looked in the mirror and realized there was a tick on my back, attached of course but not yet engorged.
I flipped on every light in the room, grabbed a pair of tweezers and started poking my husband in the arm to wake up, yelling "there's a tick on me, there's a tick on me, get it OFF!!!"
I think he freaked out so much about me saying to make sure to get it all, he actually grabbed skin with the tweezers and pulled out a divot of ME along with the tick. It was in fact a deer tick, so my doctor put me on a course of antibiotics the next day (I saved the tick and brought it in to be looked at). Lyme disease is pretty rampant up here, too bad we can't be vaccinated like dogs.
I do a lot of traveling, including many tropical locations. If I ever came home with a bot fly, I think they'd have to put me under,