It was a wet day. It was equally wet on the hill-slopes. But since I've been avoiding the soggy tracks behind the hill, I thought I was safe. I held a long chat with an old uncle (of course lah, I'm also 'uncle', but since he's in his 70s he says I'm a young man...) while we descended. The slight drizzle didn't bother us. We continued with our conversation until we got into our respective cars.
About a hundred meters down the road I felt a wee nibble on my left calf. I reached down with my hand to find out what's causing the tickling and felt something soft and slightly sticky. I realized immediately that was a leech stuck on my skin. Errr...
I stopped the car by the roadside, got out and put on my reading glasses to see how deeply entrenched the critter was. I tried to brush it off. It refused to budge. I tried to think of something to get it to let go of its grip. Then I thought I could burn it.
I pressed in the cigarette lighter to switch it on. As soon as it popped out I grabbed it and put the hot element as close to the leech as possible. It wriggled and squirmed but it refused to let go. I repeated the heat treatment and even touched it with the hot metal. Same result.
I swiped at it again. It came off but clung to my right hand instead. I flicked my hand. It got stuck to my right leg this time. In desperation I kept swiping at it until it dropped off. I couldn't see where it went. Somewhere on the grass I guess. Just hopefully not my any part of my legs.
I looked at my calf for the tell-tale sign of bleeding. There was none. No damage there, I thought. Well, I was wrong. Next day, the spot got itchy. The bugger already sank its teeth in and started to apply anti-coagulant. Which explains why it refused to let go.
I must remember to pack some salt and keep it in the car. The next one's gonna get a taste of salt instead of hot metal.