…are a figment of my imagination.
We are definitely into chigger season. We’ve got summer weather; it has been in the high nineties every day. Every overnight low is 78 degrees, except when it’s 80. It is definitely chigger weather. I have been walking through tall grass; bite free. It was on Friday that I made my fateful observation, that in spite of all these circumstances, not a single chigger bite. I didn’t walk in chigger habitat at all on Friday; we drove all day. Saturday morning I noticed the first bumps. By afternoon, I had serious itchy chigger bites from my ankles to my knees.
Where did they come from? Not from tall grass; I wasn’t in any. I never had a bite until I said something. Chiggers didn’t exist until I thought about them. Chiggers are a figment of my imagination. I proved it.
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