“Ow! It bit me!” Clara exclaimed, backing away from the fuzzy creature she’d been petting, blood seeping from a couple of puncture wounds in her hand.
“Just a little nip; nothing to worry about.”
Why Cara had expected any concern from this new version of her friend she couldn’t imagine; still, it smarted as much as the bite did. “Easy for you to say! You’re not the one who got bitten.”
“They’re harmless. Mostly.”
“Might give you a bit of a rash for a week or two.”
Greenish spots were already spreading up Clara’s arm. “Thanks for the warning.”