P-tex burns

A while ago I learned something new. Getting melted p-tex on your skin is not a good idea... surprise, surprise. I was fixing my snowboard and I managed to get a drop of the burning stuff on my hand. It burned a little bit, and I figured that since it looks like melt glue sticks the effect was probably similar. No big deal. So I got on with dripping it on my board. When I was finished, I decided I should probably try to get it off my skin. Upon closer inspection, this was not like melt glue at all.

P-tex is dangerous stuff I tell you! Before I ripped the shit off, I was already contemplating the outcome. Would I survive? The strange substance was merged to my skin so tight it looked like it was planning to hang around for awhile. Ripping it off might be a bad idea. Should I just let it stay there? I thought about it for a second, but what did I really know about it’s intentions? Why had it stuck to my skin? Was it just planning to slowly drain my energy till I faded away or would it perhaps turn me into some cool kid and have me say mean stuff to people?! Things don’t just happen to merge with your skin for no good reason! At this point I was so overtaken by fear that I simply could not stand to look at it for another second. I could feel it looking at me. Oh my God! Maybe this is what it wants. It wants me to look at it so it can hypnotise me. I was shaking. I curled up in a tight ball and placed the “thing” as far away from me as possible... which is as far away as you can possible place yourself from yourself. Left arm outstretched, I can feel it burning, digging in. I’m gonna die, gonna die, gonna die... wait... what is that? I looked up, sure to find that some alien form had immerged from my finger and is about to take me away. But I see nothing. Not even an android. Unless my phone counts. Down on the ground I finally spot a pair of yellow eyes looking at me. The eyes of the devil are sparkling with evil and bloodlust. The thing jumps at me, eager to inspect the little white dot on my finger .The Golden Cat doesn’t degrade herself to talking, but she doesn’t need to. Her expression says it all: “What a pathetic little girl! What have you done to yourself now?”. I’m sure that cat is possessed by a demon, so I find her interest in this matter very disturbing. This settles it! I pull my arm away from the little predator and quickly tear the parasite from my finger. The thing didn’t give up without a fight, but I was determined. The thing came off, but not without taking a good chunk of my hand with it. I am now sure I will be crippled for the rest of my life. I’m close to tears as I stare at the empty space where I’ve lost at least like a square cm of the outer layer of skin... what will I do without it? I’m trembling uncontrollably, regretting my rash actions. But there is no time for my sorrow at this point. I look up again, realizing I’ve just exposed my bloody insides in the presence of a set of sharp teeth. The Golden cat is watching me still, pupils dilated. She’s getting ready to jump again, but I beat her to it. I jump from my chair and sprint trough the cold spring evening, hoping to make it to the front door in time. As I slip through the door, realizing I’ve won, I look back. The Golden Cat is sitting very still in that same spot, still watching me. She’ll get me later, I’m sure.

“Why problem make, when you no problem have?”

There will be no more fixing my board. It was damaged in the car accident a few weeks ago and now I’ve finally gotten the insurance payout, so I’m on the lookout for a new one :)