Flashes of Panic

Sometime in the course of applying bug repellent a few weekends ago, some was sprayed on my wristwatch. Now the button looks like it has mange—I can’t tell if it’s lint attracted to sticky bug dope on the button, or if there’s simply a layer of plastic decaying away.

Either way, though: I sprayed that on my skin? I can’t tell if I should be disgusted, or proud that I haven’t corroded.

(Then we could consider the possible consequences of some of the insect bites I could pick up out there, and try to figure out which is the lesser evil.)

Now playing: Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) from Pleased to Meet You by James