So we trained the light of my bedside lamp onto my foot and I lay back while Scott poked and prodded with tweezers and a needle. After some peeps and cringing out of me, he managed to extract a small sliver of something, but more was in there.
More poking and prodding.
Finally, he got it. Held it up. Studied it. And it looked suspiciously like...
A hair.
A small brown hair, maybe a quarter of an inch long, with a little white follicle on the end and everything; like an eyebrow hair that got lost on its way to my face.
A hair.
In my toe.
On the bottom of my toe.
The end.
