It may just be the unhealthy amount of zombie/vampire movies my flatmate Tom has in his collection, but I think I got attacked by a creature of darkness last night.
I was walking home from cell group up at the USP residences when I felt something skitter and over my foot. Thinking it one of the ubiquitous rats I kicked at it and heard a satisfying rustle in the nearby bushes. Then my ankle began to hurt…really hurt.
Looking down, there were two drops of blood making their way down from my ankle. I’d been bitten! No signs of vampirism or zombie-like behaviour yet.

Maybe it was just a centipede…

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