Arkansas wasn't all fun and games. Jonas was eaten alive by mosquitos, with 6 enormous bites on his face. His hands swelled to twice their normal size and his poor feet looked like sausages.
My injury was less puffy, but no less frustrating. I fell victim to a nasty cat accident. As in, I came across cat hair and it got in my eye. We were thisclose to going to the ER. And by we, I mean I. Patrick kept a much cooler head--he could see out of both eyes and wasn't in danger of losing his vision forever. Sorry cat lovers. I'm sure there's a reason felines bring you joy, but I just can't see it. The beam in mine own eye prevents me from understanding your love. Or maybe it's just the cat hair.