#bugs suck

Over the 4th of July I was in the hospital, due to a bug bite that turned into cellulitis and became antibiotic resistant. Folks take your bug bites seriously and watch them!  So yeah, that’s my update. 

I am a teacher of little ones. And a large lady of 24. But a wee dragonfly got into my room this night. Knowing I'd be braver around a real dragon, I had no choice but to call reinforcements. My poor mum is nearly 60 and half asleep at this point, but had no choice but to climb upstairs to tackle my tormentor. But it was gone. Flown out a window, most likely. So she left. But I knew these sorts. they sense impending squashing, So they know when to hide and lurk. But they also sense fear. Oh, they relish. As I dimmed the lights and tried to relax, for once I wished for my mother to be right. But then, of course, something touched my toes. Bursting into a full throated scream, I scrambled up and hit the lights. I scanned the foot of my bed for that compound-eyed Savage. But, it wasn't it. It was a completely different wee thing. It was a sparkly silver foam princess crown that my friend cut out to decorate her daughter's birthday party. The end.

I had to get rid of it but I was literally shedding some manly tears while I tried, and at the end I just decided to it give it enought time to yeet itself away🫡🫡