It's Back!!!!

That's right. It's indestructible, unbeatable, unchangeable. The wart is back. How? How should I know! I've frozen the unsightly little parasite over 20 times (if you include every doctor visit), and I have yet to see even semi-permanent results. Without fail, six months pass, and the little guy decides to pop up again. However, I've determined its origins: student teaching. I've decided that after handling the papers of 12 year-olds for three and a half months, I was bound to touch someone who had a wart. Unfortunately, no one mentioned that in those intro-to-student-teaching classes where they instruct you about the hazards of working in the public education field: shootings, parental threats, no child left behind horrors, long nights of grading, classroom management, the flu, cold season, driving in the snow, and rooms that can't maintain a season-appropriate temperature were all covered. But this? Not once.
Luckily, my husband was a lifeguard, which means he has a history of seeing and dealing with warts. His home remedy is the best I've come across--duct tape. With any luck, by the time Jo comes to Utah, she will actually be able to stay in my home rather than bunking up in a hotel where she is safe.

PS - I decided this blog didn't need a picture.

PPS - Whitney, don't touch their hands.