Ya know, that story about your Bro-in-law's finger almost rotting off after a bite kind of makes me appreciate the cooler climate of the north east here on Long Island that much more...Now please, no killer bee stories or I'm moving to northern Maine.
I've tried to talk my husband into selling this big old farm and moving North but so far, no luck. I've lived down South all my life but I'm sick of the heat and biting bugs. Of course, our winters are nice. Maybe when I retire.
His finger turned black as if it was frost bitten. They had to slice it clear to the bone and scrape the dead tissue away. It had to be left open (no stitches) in order to drain. Boy was it awful!