Right now, if you made me choose between slicing off my thumb and having twenty-plus chigger bites, I would lose the thumb. Chiggers are evil little bastards. And only the babies bite. I was always comforted that you could paint over them with nail polish and they would suffocate and die, entombed in your skin until your body dissolved them. But evidently not! The little bastards have a meal for three hours, then hop off to grow into chigger adulthood.
Putting the TMI in absentminded
2 responses to “Redbugs”
1. EW!2. But you already lost one thumb!
Q’s cousin had 12 toes and a tail and never made such a fuss about it. Drama Queen. Sniff.