Conservation class
I was sitting around outside yesterday, watching Elliot run around in circles, when I felt a sting on my arm. It felt like a wasp sting. Minute by minute, the pain intensified, and the affected area got super swollen. I found the culprit on the ground nearby:
Okay, that's not really the one that got me, but it's definitely one of his brothers.
It's called an asp, and it's a motherfucker. Hidden in its hair are little spines that it uses to release some sort of toxin. Within about half an hour after I was stung, my entire arm, up to and including my armpit, was throbbing. Today, the point of contact looks like a little purple hickey, and it's stil painful to the touch.
The moral of the story: if you see this guy, fucking step on him.
Labels: shame and failure, the buddy
3 Comments:
i left that in your house. now you have aids. congratulations
I think that thing is a composite of all my worst fears and nightmares. I hope I never see it or I might shit and piss my pants.
WOW
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