It’s that time for year when all little biting critters are hungry. They appear to enjoy feasting on the human body. We try to figure out which one has left its mark on us and if we should be worried. Of course, we know some bites, like those from pesky mosquitos. We also know the little lumps left all over our body by chiggers, who are basically perverts. How did they even get to those private spots? Anyway, there are many other bites that could be spiders or other crawling or flying insects. I have never found a “What’s That Bite” pamphlet, and I know there isn’t one because I regularly check Amazon. I am one of those people that biting demons enjoy. My biting critters go by the nursery rhyme that says “Jack Spratt could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean.” They follow Jack Spratt’s wife and I just have to say that I am not lean.
I have a major fear of spider bites (skip this next sentence if you get queasy easily). I am most worried about the flesh eating spiders I have read about on the internet — and the photos that accompanied them.
One night, I woke up in pain with an egg-shaped lump on my leg. I went to the ER and mentioned when this happened. They tested for a broken bone (I think I would have known that since I probably wouldn’t have been able to walk into the ER, but whatever) and a blood clot. They never mentioned a spider bite, even though I did, and called it a contusion. The recommendation was to put ice on it. I iced it, which did no good, and watched it for weeks to make sure I still had skin on my leg.
