One day, a long time ago, I left a half-opened can of tomato sauce open in a spare room.
To my amazement a cloud of tiny insects developed the next day around the jar.
Now any reasonable person would have just got out the bug spray, however I became intrigued by this little cloud.
What could I have been thinking? Was this early dementia?
The next day the cloud grew in size. I was amazed. But they remained hovering over the can.
I left another half-open jar of tomato sauce nearby and then had to leave for two days.
When I returned the room was filled with microscopic flying insects. Zillions of them!
Hmmmm.
They then surrounded my head and I immediately inhaled half a dozen.
This provoked an immediate laryngospasm, and I ended up on the floor choking and coughing. I came close to calling 911.
The little monsters stayed in the lung. I kept coughing and turning blue.
I popped 60 mg of prednisone and some albuterol sulfate.
When I recovered I got out the bug spray.
Within 24 hours I developed an out of control lung infection with yellow purulent pus and a fever.
I called a buddy and asked him to call in some zinthromax as of yesterday for me to pick-up at the local drug store.
"It's unusual to get a lung infection out of nowhere," he said.
I used an expectorant and in the yellow pus were the bodies of a number of the little bugs.
"I guess so," I answered, embarrassed by my little experiment and the results. "Just order the antibiotic!"
Is there a moral here?