Last weekend I got all industrious and cleaned out my basement storage area. My camping and "innoculous" seasonal stuff is going down there Real Soon Now. Also cleaned out my apartment's interior storage closet, and moved a bunch of gun stuff in there, so my apartment now looks far more like a "normal" person lives there (except for the curtains in the living room - I think that the camo netting goes very nicely with the tie-dye sheets that are draped over the monster speakers...).
Anyway, somewhere along the course of festivities, I suspect that I got munched on. Not sure, but heck, I was pretty industrious.
Sunday I had a knot on my shoulder blade the size of a golfball. By Friday it had gotten a little larger, but a bit more "mellow," and my HMO doc lanced it. I do NOT do well with knives. Of any size. He had many joyful comments about how disgusting it was. Saturday and Sunday Clay poked at it and replaced the dressing. Doing major antibiotics.
My conclusions:
1) If something has more than two eyes, shoot first, and stomp on it later.
2) If it is big enough for you to actually notice it, it's big enough to really really hurt. Shoot it twice. Wear steel-toed boots.
Anyway, somewhere along the course of festivities, I suspect that I got munched on. Not sure, but heck, I was pretty industrious.
Sunday I had a knot on my shoulder blade the size of a golfball. By Friday it had gotten a little larger, but a bit more "mellow," and my HMO doc lanced it. I do NOT do well with knives. Of any size. He had many joyful comments about how disgusting it was. Saturday and Sunday Clay poked at it and replaced the dressing. Doing major antibiotics.
My conclusions:
1) If something has more than two eyes, shoot first, and stomp on it later.
2) If it is big enough for you to actually notice it, it's big enough to really really hurt. Shoot it twice. Wear steel-toed boots.