I’ve written before that I’ve never been bit by a mosquito. Or maybe I have but my skin isn’t allergic to the sting. Who knows?
So, when people talk about itching or the red bump shit on their calves, I just stare at them blankly. I have no idea what that is, but it seems to itch like a prick according to you fools. It also must be an endorphin machine because you go nearly orgasmic scratching it. I’m not exaggerating when I say I have never really had any of that. Yeah, yeah, one of God’s chosen. I know.
Tonight, while atop the commode, I saw something that freaked me out. Big time.
Two big red dots on my legs. They look like raised bumps, but just slightly. Actually on my inner thigh. Near my magic. But only on one leg. Puzzling!
I figure this was it – cancer. I swear to God I did. Little tumors breaking through the skin. That was my first reaction and thought. I’ve never had a rash as an adult or any of that stuff. I got a hold of myself and then realized…
Oh, I must have been bit by something! How cool!
Has to be a bite from an insect. I have only seen three bugs in my condo the eight years I’ve lived here, but something must have crawled into bed with me. I knew enough not to touch it. Touching + Bite = Bad.
But I had to take a photo. Because, if it skeeves me out, it should totally skeeve you out. So, here you are. My first bug bites. I’m so excited!
