That was terrible. I wish I could un-read whatever necessary to make it so I didn't get that joke.
(got three guffaws, a chuckle, and an "oh god" outta that one)
(got three guffaws, a chuckle, and an "oh god" outta that one)
I have a permanent memory of that event, a Scorpion's venom contains neurotoxins and enzyme inhibitors, meaning it attacks the nerves and tissue. It took awhile to heal the wound, the nerves still react, Annie pinches me there and it smarts.
The little bastard went up my sleeve when I was digging out a bunch of crap, from under a blown down second growth Redwood. I had snagged an extra set of chokers to help out and get logs out of my way. When I stood up and yanked the choker tight, the son of a ##### jabbed me on the back of bicep. I pinched it in the cloth and wadded it up. I shook it and a quarter pound of misc debris out of my sleeve, it was 3 inches long, the choker setter was more upset than I was. Oh yeah, it felt like a red hot nail.
Autumn has it's downs too. Yesterday I had to go to a doctor. The last visit was over 3 years ago when a whipper broke my ear... My throat began to swell and threatened to close down my air. Well, I took the fast drive from the bush to the emergency room. The medicine man examined me, the only thing was his vocabulary wasn't wide enough that he could understand I was telling him about the forests and what I do. He couldn't speak any other civil language either for being a Frenchie. OK, my French is all insults and other obscenities, but he knew his trade. He ran some tests and most of all he found a tiny biting mark of a "little flying animal" on my throat. It wasn't a wasp or a yellow jacket, that I would have noticed for sure. A shot of cortisone and antihistamine opened the wind pipe alright. And passed me out like a candle in the wind.
On my list of suspects this bug holds the number one:
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We call it a "moose fly". They emerge late July-early August and keep flying until October. Their bites hasn't done me any harm before, but it's not unusual among the forest workers that after prolonged exposure one may get allergic to their bites - and I'm afraid that has happened to me now. I know some fellers who had to retire from the woods because of that.
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