A Healthy Scar

After weeks of trying not to pick my scabs, but picking my scabs anyway, I have finally been able to pick my scab and have solid flesh beneath.


I have a healthy scar: one that is faint but memorable. If you look very closely (in person, I doubt it would convey in this image) you can see the little "x" my Darcy made with his wicked incisors.

Although our guests have left the homestead, I am still weary of my little Darcy's behavioral problem. Since the blood-drawing bite above, he has bitten me once again for smelling too much like "the enemy."

To me, this indicates that he seems to think he's in charge of me. Although I don't mind being manipulated by my cute furry friends in the least offensive respects, I will not allow anyone to think they are the alpha over me.

In this biological niche, I am alpha. I am boss. I am the caretaker and provider. Which means Darcy better watch himself.

A Group of Rats is called a Mischief

And here is what my bite looks like four days after the fact.

My knuckles are also back. I lost them for a couple of days, but there they are! All purpled and bruised up from being swollen.

Yeah, my body is great... the histamine reaction was spectacular. Plus, the antibiotics help.

So after this, it'll probably be a wrestling match with a coyote. Then I'll work my way up to lions.

An Update on the Hand that Slays Itself

 You can see that I have, indeed, stopped bleeding. This is two days after the incident. The wound is closed with clotted blood cells, both red and white. The puncture wound is quite deep and I had to get a tetanus shot! Mostly because I couldn't remember when I got my last one.

The hand on the left is the injured hand (you can tell because it is INJURED). I'm showing you a comparison of the swelling that has occurred in my mauled piece of flesh. The cleavage was just there and is not meant to be the center of the picture.