Years ago, I wrote this for an order of nuns running a nursing home in which there was a scabies infestation that I was called upon to help eradicate:
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ECTOPARASITIC EPIPHANY
Attempts to eliminate scabies (Sarcoptes Scabiei, the itch mite) may be futile. Various religions hold that we were created in His image. It may be divine providence that we look like God all mitey.
At first, it appears that Armageddon is at hand. Then it spreads to the axilla, abdomen, and buttocks. This ain't the seven year itch! Oh well, scratch the human race.
Anyway, we've had a Kwell time together (that's because we haven't drawn any rash conclusions about each other); but, now it's time to bug out ... mite be gone by the time you read this.
Unknown Epidemiotheologian
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