Hi, My name is Ticky, I love blood. I’m having a good snack of lamb’s blood right now.  Oh no, pleases! I’m begging you.  I leap off the lamb.  The Israelite begin to slaughter the lamb. They took my snack and put its blood on the door frame of their house.  Then the Israelite ate the meat of the lamb and enjoyed bread with no yeast. That sounds nasty to a tick like me.