Going in for the Kill

I swear, they’re out to get me. It’s a well organized conspiracy in the insect community. I am doomed.

Friday night, as I am leaving work, I get in the car and start up the engine, feeling that old familiar itch. This time it’s not around my ankles. Only because they weren’t easily accessible since…"Fly Boy’s Mama wears combat boots!" Don’t ask.

This time they went in for the kill, attacking my delicate little wrist, right next to the stylish, but trusty Timex reading 1700 hours, straight up! Another red, itchy welt is rising and I resist the urge to claw it like a crazed animal with my perfectly polished, and within uniform regulations-french manicured nails.

Arrrgggh! What bit me this time?

Ok, so here it is Sunday morning and the ugly welt is now about the size of a quarter and still as red as a newborn’s cryin’ face. Despite calamine and caladryl lotion this sucker is still itching like the day it happened. This bite is not from your average mosquito. If that was what it was! The guys sent in the big guns to get me.

I’ve told my family that I fully expect this one to do me in. They might as well start planning the services. I fully expect to contract West Nile Virus from that puppy. They better start watching for the symptoms. Stuttering, forgetfulness, stumbling into walls. Oh…I am already doing that? Ok then, it’s probably going to be Mad Cow Disease. Or, it could be Ptomain Poisoning (I got that one from quroboros ) or psoriasis. Yes, that’s gotta be it! Don’t they always say…"The heartbreak of psoriasis!"

Whatever it is, it’s gonna kill me I am sure!

I will expect y’all at the funeral.

I like daffodils.

 

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