Picking the Needles Out

I just spent the last hour pulling out cactus needles from my little brother’s foot. I know your thinking, “how did he manage that?” Well it wasn’t the brightest move on his part.

My kitten, Captain, is still tearing at my mother’s furniture. So to get her to stop one of her scratching sessions Dylan climbed over the chair she targeted and tried to grab her. Through showing off to his friend and genetically inherited clumsiness, he managed to slip off the chair, sending his foot swinging into a small cactus sitting on the windowsill next to him.

This cactus may have been small but it holds thousands of tiny little needles that immediately stuck into the bottom of his foot. Once we found out, my other brother and I sat him into a rolling chair and pushed him to the bathroom, placing him into the tub filled with hot water, jeans and all. I then sat by the tub going between soaking it and pulling each tiny needle out one by one. I’m not exaggerating when I’m telling you there were a hundred needles in his foot, and all very hard to see.

I got his friend to take pictures while I was doing it but neither of us noticed I didn’t put the memory card back in. So I have no pictures but the own you have developed in your head. And yes, it’s as comical as you imagined.

Let’s just say as hard as I tried, there are still a few tiny ones that he can feel in the bottom of his foot when he walks. - IDIOT.