This little guy is called a blister beetle, and he’s currently the bane of my existence. I went to the podiatrist yesterday to get some plantar warts removed, and he used a chemical that comes from the blister beetle’s venom… wanna guess what it does? Yup, blisters the skin! The idea being that the blister forms beneath the warts and forces them up and out of my healthy skin. A nice idea, but let me tell you, it hurts like hell. The warts are right on the ball of my foot, so every step has become a test of my manhood. Do I grimace and keep on walking? Or do I fall to the floor, curl up in the fetal position, and cry in agony? So far it’s been the former, but the day is still young.
