that if I did, it would only get worse.
That left me pondering. It may not have been a result of stray cats, or Diva's poop. A couple of weeks ago, I collected pine needles in Pinhones, a close by the Atlantic, forest.
That is the only recent activity out of my gardening routine in the last two years. Therefore, I could have been infected while cutting them needles in thirds.
What is pertinent, If I may, is to think about innocent gardening activities anywhere else. Have you noticed rice paddies? Imagine the effect on your hands, legs and skin after ten/twelve hours.
That is just one scenario. In my case, the availability of insurance, dermatologist, medication, made impossible long run complications, no matter how simple was to cure the disease.
But others may not be so lucky. I have seen bites from some particular flies in Costa Rica, in a nature program, that later developed in drilling like maggots in someone head skin. Or parasites, from flies originating in a lake in Africa leaving thousands of people blind.
All this may seem disconnected to the average Joe/Jane six pack, or the idiots at home, but one thing is certain, Nature, has its ways.
Even If I curb my enthusiasm about gardening, wash me hands like a surgeon, there is no guarantee about anything.
Which bring me to the tittle. It is one thing to feel, believe one has become a roach or the insect of your preference.
Another totally different to have them insects living in your skin, intestines or the body part of your predilection.
Think of Alien, for a minute...haja bilingual laugh. Time to go.
Apaga i vamonoh.
FROM THE EDITOR
Thanks for your concern. Perhaps it should be observed in a much wider scope than just a gardener in the Caribbean. After all dirt, flora and fauna have their own ways to be and remain.