At first I assumed I had a mosquito bite.
A safe assumption, for if you've ever been here in the summer, you'll have experienced the horror of being ignominiously chased indoors, screaming like a little girl by staggering swarms of the vile buggars. It's a common Manitoba custom to discover one's arms and legs covered with raised lesions and splotches of ex-mosquito carcasses (carci?) to scrape off one's body from June to September.
Last month I was ignominiously chased into my car after attempting to purchase some herbs at a local garden centre outside of town. Mere hours later, along with the typical damage, huge welt appeared square in the middle of my back; the precise spot I couldn't scratch well.
Although that wasn't worrisome as it wasn't as itchy as a normal mosquito bite.
What was worrisome was when it developed into a large hard, red bump. Which is still there... slowly diminishing in size, but every time I lean back in my chair, I am quickly reminded of it's lingering presence.
Nope, it's no mosquito bite, that's for sure. What exactly it IS though, I am not positive.
But if I suddenly acquire the ability to shoot uber-sticky-bad-guy-immobilizing web from my wrists or begin to literally climb the walls, I'll let you know.
Here's hoping the spiders around here aren't radioactive.
But then again, that WOULD be cool.
Nope, I doubt I'll turn into Spider Woman.
With my luck, the only super transformation I'll have is into Big Red Lump Woman.
Not nearly as glamourous.
Not by a long shot.
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