My mother-in-law said about me: “Does he have no fear of things?” “What things?” I asked. She had seen me exploring the veld. The “things” apparently were insect things, above all. After some ten days out there, I decided to count my bites. After counting fifty-four bites on my lower left leg alone – some single bites, some double bites, some necklaces of bites, some swollen bites – I quit the count.