About two hours into the habitat assessment hike, as I’m squatting to collect a water sample from the river, the tickling spreads down to the deepest part of my vagina, right outside of my cervix. The hypersensitivity makes it feel like hundreds of thick hairs are stroking me rapidly and gently. You really shouldn’t be out in this heat if you’re not feeling 100%.”
“I would actually appreciate that a lot, actually” I say with a tired smile.A preview of what’s to come:Chapter 11: A larva that she missed falls out of her shorts in a populated area full of scantily dressed collegiate girls. I shouldn’t be letting an invasive species get into the environment! It takes everything in me not to shove my hands in my pants right now. It was the same with the body high too. “Is it finally coming out?” I whisper, tugging my shorts down and squatting beside my backpack, pushing as hard as I can. My goodness, you’re drenched in sweat! And, while the foot long sausage of a parasite slithers around, I inspect my vagina with the endoscope to see how the eggs are coming along. Also, it’s not exactly easy sneaking away from my desk twice in the middle of the work day to venture down to the single occupant handicap bathroom on the first
