constance blackwood

AND I KNOW *I* SHOULDN'T BE ERUPTING IN MIRTH BUT I CANNOT HELP IT. IT IS NOT SCHADENFREUDE AT ALL, BUT SIMPLY THE FACT THAT I WOULD BE FREAKING OUT IN EXACTLY THE SAME WAY, OR PERHAPS EVEN MORE THOROUGHLY. "DID IT LAY EGGS IN THE WOUND? WHAT IF THERE'S ONE ON MY SCALP AND I JUST CAN'T SEE OR FEEL IT? WHAT IF ITS BITE HAS AFFECTED MY BLOODSTREAM IN SUCH A WAY THAT NOW I SMELL EVEN MORE INVITING TO TICKS THE WORLD OVER WHO MIGHT FALL OUT OF ANY SEEMINGLY-INNOCENT PIECE OF SHRUBBERY AT ANY TIME?"