This evening I noticed that something had bitten my right hand between the pinky knuckle and the ring-finger knuckle. As I puttered about in the kitchen, I spouted out to no one in particular, as I am regularly wont to do, "Gosh, something bit me."
The Pony lay sprawled on the living room couch, fiddling with his laptop. "Was it a student?"
Thank you. He'll be here all week.