…and it was clinging with a tenacity that felt almost predatory. For those agonizing minutes, logic abandoned us. We didn’t see a stray object; we saw a parasite. We saw a medical emergency.
We saw the potential for a life-threatening infection that could spread to us or, worse, compromise our dog’s health. My girlfriend, usually the calmest person in the room, refused to even touch the area, her mind racing through every horror story she had ever read about exotic larvae and burrowing pests.
