Aside from . . .

. . . providing a means to taunt the obese, the internet serves a another great function: Feeling better for yourself.

Wednesday night, I was bit on the calf by a spider. Saturday, the bite swelled and walking proved to be a challenge. Here at the office, I've spent the morning googling up on how to prevent a staph infection. That's when I found the following series of photos documenting the effects of a brown recluse bite.

The Culprit






The Victim, Day Three





Day Five





Day Six





Day Nine





Day Ten




That guy is fucked. I'm merely inconvenienced.