...or his cousin just bit the livin' fire out of my neck. Seriously. I didn't think that I was being that obtrusive on his life when I took his photo amongst the moss and sedum. But apparently he was not pleased and communicated to his kin that I was some kind of heathen. Next thing I know, my neck swelled about the size of a Harley tennis ball. When I got home, I was wearing the bite on my neck just like that Jezebel wore the letter 'A' round her's in "A Scarlet Letter".
You might've thought that I had learnt my lesson last week. For I am still payin' for those particular transgressions.
While on my belly (sigh) taking photos of May flowers (for ya'll) I noticed that my wrists and my elbows started to itch. Madly. As I scratched I noticed the marks of the Stinging Nettle . Crap! Then, I saw that I was right smack in the middle of the most gorgeous patch of poison ivy. No more wildflowers this season. Nope. I'm not that stupid. I can take a hint.
When I need a view from the bright side I always turn to Wookie . One of his links points to the Perry Bible Fellowship comics. Ya gotta check 'em out.
