Назад во близина 1999, Јас бев трошење многу недели надвор во Санта Барбара, CA, работи за клиент, leaving my poor wife back here in New Jersey alone. I dearly love my wife. I love her just as much today as I did when she foolishly married me 1,000 years or so ago. Некаде по должината на линијата, Јас скова фразата, "special fear", as in "Samantha has special fears." She as a special fear of "bugs", што со неа не се лета или Ladybugs, but rather microbes. She’s afraid of this or that virus or unusual bacteria afflicting our son, или ме, but never really herself. (Таа е, исто така, специјално плаши од вампири, минијатурни зло кукли (особено кловнови) и подморница несреќи; таа е надвор порасна нејзиниот посебен страв од луѓе облечени во Дедо Мраз облека).

Еден ден, my co-worker and I decided to drive up into the nearby mountains near Ohai. At one point, we got out of the car to take in the scene. When we got back into the car, I noticed that a tick was on my shoulder. I flicked out the window and that was it.

Таа ноќ, I told her about our drive and mentioned the tick. The conversation went something like this:

S: "Oooo! Those are bad. They carry diseases."

P: "Well, Јас го flicked низ прозорецот."

S: "They are really bad though. They can get under your skin and suck blood and transfer bugs. You better check your hair and make sure there aren’t any in your head!"

P: Со повишен глас: "My God! CAN THEY TAKE OVER YOUR MIND???"

S: Буквално ме убедува: "No, тие не се толку лоши."

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