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thoughts of scorpions under the tub ran through my head.
"What happened? John, are you okay?" Maggie thought she was frantic, she
should've had the feeling of burning napalm going through her hand like I
did.
While the icy water cooled the stinging, the water pressure made it throb
nastily. Being a stonemason has gotten me a few fingers sandwiched between
slabs
of granite, but man, I've never hurt this bad. Air hissed in and out from
between my teeth and I'll give Maggie one thing: she knows when to keep her
mouth shut. When I didn't answer, she just stood there and waited, working
her
hands together nervously.
After a few minutes, the water seemed to do the trick and I turned it off so
we
could examine my finger. The only thing we found were two tiny, swollen
places,
one on each side just under the edge of the nail -- maybe that's why it hurt
so
much -- where minute chunks of skin were gone. But they weren't even
bleeding,
or if they had the water had washed it away. While I still didn't know what
had
done it, I was relieved. Visions of mice and rats swirled in my brain; I
didn't
know if mice carried rabies or not, but with no teeth marks on my hand I
wouldn't have to worry about it.
"Do cockroaches bite?" Maggie asked doubtfully as she dabbed Polysporin┬о on
the
wound and wrapped it with a Band-Aid┬о.
"I've never had one bit me before," I answered. "Though I have read that in
places where there are major infestations, like in housing projects, they'll
eat
the eyelashes off of sleeping babies." She gaped at me and I realized I'd made
a
mistake.
Her face twisted. "That's revolting!"
What can I say? It was too late anyway; as I left for work she was hauling
bucket and rags and pine cleaner out of the pantry. I figured in the hour
before
she'd have to get ready for work she'd have our white bathroom smelling like
a
hospital too.



The next morning I saw it. Maggie was in the kitchen packing my lunch and
thankfully didn't see the dog crouching half inside the bathroom door, or
Chanci
would've probably gotten a couple of whacks for doing it two days in a row. I
couldn't stand to see that -- Chanci may be big (she's half Lab and half