It's Not a Real Worm
I'll probably get in trouble from Rhonda for this post.
When we came home from Ethiopia we brought home an unwelcome guest. Someone who has never been to our house before. He's overstayed his welcome. We're tired of him - ready for him to leave.
We have no idea whose body served as the initial host, but every one of us has had a personal visit (or two...or more) from him. (Some visits have been more personal than others.)
Mr. Ringworm has invaded.
Now, if you're like I was, you're probably thinking, "Ewww. A worm. Gross."
But your reaction would be based in ignorance. He's not a worm. He's a fungus that "survives by eating plant or animal material". Translation: THERE'S A MICROSCOPIC THING EATING YOU FOR BREAKFAST! The nice thing is that he's very symmetrical. He eats it in a circle or ring.
I've read up on him many times. He doesn't seem to play by the rules. At least not in our house. You're supposed to be able to get rid of him with an antifungal cream (just like his cousin, athlete's foot). I've religiously smothered him with the white stuff 3-4 times per day. In most cases it takes 6-8 weeks for him to leave a particular spot. Then, a few days after I've stopped treating him (because he's "gone"), he comes back in the exact same place.
And he's supposed to "thrive in places that are moist, hot, and hidden from the light". Now, if you were to read that in a description, where would you think he was found most often?
Exactly. Like you I immediately think ARMPIT! (What? That's not what you were thinking?)
Did any of you think, "Hmmm. Dark and moist? Of course, your CHIN!"
Evidently I must slobber a lot in the dark because he's paid a visit there at least three times.
Meke and I seem to be the hosts of choice. More than once we've been the final hope for getting rid of him once and for all. Such pressure! It's akin to being on the free throw line in a tie game with no time left. More than once we've failed the team.
So the game goes on...and on...
Six months and counting...
He's still here...
If we could only stop hugging each other maybe we'd stand a chance.