Once bitten, twice stung

The night before last, something found it's way into my bedroom and bit me. Or maybe stung me, I'm not really sure. It wasn't my wife. It wasn't a werewolf or a vampire. It was probably some evil mutant insect with HUGE RAZOR SHARP TEETH... In Africa?! No.




Anyway, I'm on the hardcore prescription drugs and the swelling has already begun to come down. It still itches but I've been good and resisted the urge to have a bloody good scratch. If I find the bug that did this to me, I'll give it the bitch slapping it deserves.