Those bastards are still there.
No less. No softer. No finer.
And every once in awhile...I get a creeper. A deep hair that instead of popping out and thus falling victim to my fine tip tweezer, it decides to grow underneath my skin, creeping sideways like a vine of ivy on the side of a beautiful victorian house. And then I have this welt like thing...usually on my chin. And of course I want to touch it. And mess with it. And then...BAM. It looks like I have level 5 MRSA. (I don't think there are levels of MRSA...it just sounded more dramatic).
Well yesterday, I got that little sucker out. And by little, I mean HUGE. It took two days, and Exacto knife and then a sewing needle. I should have placed something next to the hair for size reference...like a penny. Or a banana.
And now I have shared it with you.