The briars are sticking into my legs. I don’t like it. I wish she hadn’t made me come with her. I don’t like these stupid berries either. They taste yucky.
There is something crawling on me. It is underneath my shirt.
What is it?
MOM, WHAT IS IT! IT HURTS!
I want to go home now. We are running home. It burns. I can hear it buzzing. I am scared. My tummy hurts. Mom takes off my Paladin T-shirt. She squashes the thing with her fingers. It is black and white. It is horrible. I hate it.