And now for something completely different...

... a not-so-pleasant tale from hula class.

There I was, stretching before class, marveling at how stretchy I was, feeling a little zen-like, getting my mind in touch with my body and into a dance-y place... when I noticed a bug atop my sock*.

I swiped at it, thinking it would just fly away.

Instead, I ended up with a smear of blood on my sock.

At first, I thought it was bug guts... and then I realized...

BLLEEEAGH! It was MY blood! It was feeding on me! (Don't know what it was. Didn't look at all like a mosquito, which is my most common predator...)

And now, that mofo's bite itches like a sonofabitch.

Fucking fucker.


*yeah, we're supposed to dance barefoot... but the floor on which we dance -- in an elementary school auditorium/multi-purpose room -- is filthy, freezing, and my feet stick to it. hence, the sockage.