One last parting “gift”

I was careful with the water in China. Only drank that which was (a) bottled or (b) filtered.

Of course, it never occurred to me the bottle of water dewy from its time in melted ice in a cooler on top of the Great Wall might do me in.

Twenty-four hours at home, and I’m wrestling with a little “bug” that can only be attributed to me forgetting to wipe off the top of the bottle. My bad.

And folks, bad is the operable word here. Trust me. It ain’t pretty.