Hey, wanna see my bug bites?
Gross, huh? What is it about the revolting that makes us want to share? And lookey-loo? My bites don't actually look too bad, but they itch like crazy and you missed the part where they resembled giant pimples with heads full of puss. Euw.
In case you missed my Here Be Monsters post, I woke my first morning on Orcas Island covered in these. I assumed it was a bed bug, or rather a herd of them, or whatever the term is for a bunch of bed bugs gathered in one place besides "icky." (Bed bug infestations are on the rise in the U.S., by the way. Just so you know.)
My ex's grandfather liked sharing the revolting, too. He relished telling the story about when something hard and calcified came out his nose. He especially liked sharing all the gory details. When he finished he would say, "Want to see it?" He kept it in a small glass jar so he could scare the great-grandkids. I think he was secretly proud something so big came out his nose and he lived to tell the tale.
Are you immune? How many times have you taken a whiff of the milk, found it spoiled and said, "That's DISGUSTING! Here, smell this"?
And the other guy did, didn't he? Are we all brain damaged?