After all the bugs and beasties and spiders I've photographed in my yard, you'd think I'd have more sense than to plunge my bare hands into a pile of leaves to plop in the compost bin, or even to move a chair on friends webby verandah without looking under it - because somewhere between compost and verandah something bit me.
It didn't hurt straight away, not til that night when my finger swelled to small balloon size and woke me at 4 am throbbing with pain...spent the day with it in ice water then went to the medical centre where doc thought I'd probably stuck something in it - (yeah, where?? no marks, no entry point, no red dots)
After a week on antibiotics and not being able to touch finger (which had to be the right index of course) and probing with a needle (just to see what I could find) my skin went numb.
Two days before Christmas, too busy to go back to doc, Christmas day the skin split and started to peel, not a good sight when dishing out the pudding. This is when we decided it must have been a bite, not a thorn.
Now I have an almost completely peeled top off my finger, and a rash from the antibiotics.
(if I've linked correctly - if not, then it's probably just as well you can't see it VBG)