once bitten twice cry

Today, something bit me on the top of my arse through my pants while on the bus to work. I thought it was a mosquito because it stung like crazy as these tropical monster bites do and was immediately itchy.  I refrained from itching it as I'm undergoing my own intricate process of trying to yogi train myself to completely resist, deny and "ignore" any itch that occurs to me here, given the high risk of infection if you do have a tendency to go to town on a mosquito bite...which historically, I've been known to enjoy doing. Here, it's disastrous to do that because they'll swell to the size of another head if you don't get a grip on yourself.  Plus, obviously I could not furiously scratch my arse...as I am a professional, in public, and trying to get from point A to B without drawing unnecessary attention :) So with all my powers of self restraint, I made it to work without ripping my pants off. As soon as I got to work and into a bathroom I dropped trou (trousers) to discover a bite that had swelled to the size of a beer coaster!!! (And that was without scratching.) It also had two "fang marks" dripping pinprick size blood specks. Brilliant.  All I could do was wash the area with antibiotic soap then have a quick cry or two in my office as I prayed to the gods that I wouldn't die that morning from some rare god-knows-what-kind-of-beast-bite (that was clearly no mere mosquito). Since I'm writing this now, I obviously survived. In fact all traces of the trauma were basically gone from my buttock within an hour. Lesson: you never know what shit will happen next.