Scab! Scab!
"Never pick a scab until it's ready" is something that parents say to kids from time to time. Here's why . . .

I was but a wee camel and I was playing hide and seek. I was hiding behind a car, feeling somewhat bored, and my wandering attention was drawn to the scab on my hand.

It was a biggish scab and fairly new, and I started picking it absent mindedly. Before long I had picked it off completely leaving a rather unsightly red welt on my hand. It didn't hurt too much so I turned my attention back to the seeker, who had strayed rather close to my position.

It was at this point that I felt a strange wet sensation on my hand. Looking down I was somewhat confounded to discover that my previously milky-white hand was covered in blood, horror movie (or, if you're so inclined, Lady Macbeth) style.

I looked at it in a rather astounded way for several seconds, before crying and running home.

So, in conclusion: don't pick scabs before they're ready - they bleed like a motherfuck.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 13 Aug 2008, 23:30, Reply)