You know when you are going along, having your day, working, running errands, visiting your goddaughter, going to see the new Batman movie. And then suddenly you’re thirsty. And then you get a little chilly. Your boyfriend gives you his jacket and when he touches your arm, you feel as if a thousand tiny ants are crawling all over your body. And your throat bursts into flames. You’ve gone from perfectly fine to sick as a dog in as long as it took Batman to fling yet another of his enemies off a railing. That happened to a friend of mine once.
I just looked up at my Google search box and the word ‘bucksnort’ has been typed in it. Whoever last used my computer did a search for bucksnort. What the hell is bucksnort? I can’t ask Jess because she’s in the shower and I can’t call Keith because reaching for my phone would cause shivers to run violently down my back.
Okay, gathering from the search results, I think that a bucksnort is a kind of fish. That means it was probably Keith who did the search. Mystery solved.