Remember when you were little, and you stepped into a red ant bed running around in the yard or playing hide-and-seek ? (Yes, I'm over 50!) Late at night, after the bath, you were sitting on the floor watching "The Amazing Kreskin" (I think that's how you spell it.) and the red bumps raised up in front of your very eyes and became little white bumps. You started to pick at the tops of the little blisters, and without warning a terrible itch just started crawling in your skin and you just had to scratch it. As soon as you started digging into the already irritated bites, a grown up voice came from one or both parents that said, "Don't scratch that. It'll get infected." After that you made clandestine tiny swipes at the bites, but you didn't do any real scratching until you were alone in your room, under the sheets. Then you were free to scratch. The worst thing I remember about an itch like that is that scratching only beget more scratching, and those things really did get infected! What's the message here? I don't know for sure, but I know this, sometimes, you just gotta' scratch!
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