Once in LOTRO I saw an orc and thought I was supposed to attack him. Turns out he had like five times my character’s morale — that was the day I learned the virtues of fleeing for one’s life.
Ah, little brothers… Mine once tipped over a big ceramic jar and then hid in the corner, hoping Mom would walk in and think I did it. Thankfully, our mother has a brain.
Speaking as a Lymie who was not diagnosed until a year and a half after contracting the disease (even after removing the tick and taking it in to the doctor to be examined), I would not respond well to finding a tick on my friend’s arm, either.
I believe this is a case of PICNIC (Problem In Chair, Not In Computer).