Nick was doing yard work when he found the tick. Behind his knee. Already engorged. He pulled it off, cleaned the spot, and moved on — same as he’d done plenty of times before without a second thought.
Six months later he was in the ER after eating a pulled pork sandwich. The diagnosis took three more visits to get right. Alpha-gal syndrome. Permanent. No cure. Burgers, ribs, bacon — gone. From a tick he found doing yard work on a Saturday afternoon.
The first thing he did after leaving the allergist’s office was figure out how to make sure it never happened again. Not because he was afraid to go outside. Because he refused to stop.
What he landed on — and what a growing number of people who spend time outdoors have been quietly using — is a cream called The Bite Eraser.