This Bodes Well
In six and a half hours I will be teaching Sunday School for the first time. I've got a really great lesson worked out.
So the school of thought would be that I should get a good night's sleep and awake refreshed. With that in mind I went to bed at 10:00. Which is like sundown in my world. Unfortunately allergies (mine and my dog's) caused me to be awake by 1:17. I got up, re-read my lesson and then decided to take a bath to unwind.
That was when (and where and how) the centipede bit me on the side of my left boob/breast/knocker/mammary gland/headlight/jug.
Can I just tell you that this sucker HURTS!?!? It feels sorta like a cross between a bee sting and a spider bite. I'm sure it'll be no big deal in the grand scheme of things. But when you're trying so hard to be your best and be bright and cheerful, having a painful welt in that location is not the happiest of coincidences.
The good news is that the centipede is d-e-d. Ded. The bad news is that it has totally killed the "kick back and relax in the tub" vibe I had going. And looking up "centipede bite" on the internet is just not a relaxing thing to do. Apparently there are giant centipedes in the tropical rainforests that kill small children. Since my stinger was about 2 inches long I don't think he fits the "giant" bill. And I myself am a fur piece away from small. Yet....