After the band-aid, which had been firmly stuck to my finger-wound, finally gave and fell off the night before last, I was able to have a slightly better look, and reassess the situation. And today, one and a half days later, I have two news items to report:

1. The cut, although still horrible and disgusting, is not quite as extreme as I had first believed. There is most certainly a chunk missing from my finger, and I'm still sure that there will be permanent scarring, but the missing chunk is not quite as large as I thought. Phew. But for the record: It's still really gross.

2. After waking up two nights ago, to find that the band-aid had come off, I rose and went to the bathroom to re-dress the gash. It didn't seem wise for me to sleep with an open wound, so I wrapped it in gauze, and went back to bed. The next morning, when I went to address the finger, a startling development had occurred. The new gauze had now glued itself to the cut, and this one seems even more steadfast. After hours of trying to remove it, and lots and lots of pain, I took the initiative of trimming the stuck-gauze around the area, and then left it. It's pretty disgusting. Although the photograph to your left may not show just how gross it is.. I assure you, it's gross.

So there it is folks, in all it's glory. My horrible battle-wound, with a cute little tuft of gauze permanently holding strong on the tip. This leads me to some dangerous questions: What if my finger continues on this bloody-sticking spree? What would it mean for Willow Street? A horrible monstrous finger roaming the countryside, greedily attracting and then ensnaring masses of small, lightweight objects, gaining in size and power, until no man could overtake the bloody, packrat-juggernaut fingertip!

BEWARE!