"One of those things bit you," I said, "I hope they aren't poisonous."

"It's alright," Bubba said, "it must be frog blood."

"Pants off," I said and went to get his first aid kit. The dogs were sitting with their tongues out. I wasn't sure if they were laughing at me or Bubba. I turned to go back to Bubba and saw that he'd gone commando today. I focused on the oozing bite on his upper thigh.

"I couldn't go in your room and get clean clothes..." Bubba ...