Ask most anyone.
I can say "most anyone" because that's whom he showed it to that weekend -- most anyone who slowed long enough that he could make them look at his leg.
"What do you think this is?" he asked our neighbor. As the two of them talked, a pair of walkers tried to pass by, but were quickly drawn in. I'm guessing by force.
"Ever seen anything like this before?" he asked a fellow Kmart shopper in the pharmacy aisle.
"That look cancerous to you?" he called out to the car stopped beside us in traffic. The driver rolled up her window and avoided eye contact.
I fully expected to awaken Monday morning to find his leg wound had its own Facebook page or had perhaps written an editorial or was auditioning for "America's Got Talent."
It had taken on a life of its own.
Which is kind of ironic, because in a way, it had.
A life of its own, I mean.
Our family physician squeezed him in Monday morning. Had a diagnosis in minutes.
Apparently, it's extremely common this time of year, with all the digging going on. Geoff had been excavating around a sewer pipe in our yard, the likely source.
A little ointment on the orifice seems to be clearing it right up.
But I'm making him wear a big plastic cone around his neck just in case.
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