My friend Scabby

Here is a picture of Scabby on day 1. He's covered by a piece of gauze under a piece of plastic. This is to ensure that he grows up to be a big strong pustule. Had to keep that on for a couple of days.











Day 6, It's hard to see but the Scabby is beginning to pus up and ooze everywhere.













Here we are at day 9, you can see that Scabby is growing well. By this time my arm was so red and my lymph nodes were so swollen that I couldn't sleep on my sides, and had to sleep on my back.









On Day 12, it still looks like I've got a softball on my shoulder. Scabby is beginning to mature and lose his pubescent qualities, as his skin drys out.














And here we are on day 18 as Scabby has fully matured to the red and black, blood encrusted scab that he is today.







At the time of printing it is being reported that Scabby has died. Scabby is survived by a dime size scar on my shoulder.