"Oooh...aaaagh, oooh...aaaagh" the lyrics said. "An ice-cream saved the day, again". I listened to the song as I was driving and wondered what the words meant. It was probably about someone's kids. Today, as I assembled a cupboard, it hit me. This could have been written about a day I had at the beach a few years ago. It was uncanny. In New Zealand, the only poisonous spider can be found under driftwood along quiet coastlines. This was "Oz". I bet it was a redback...they are everywhere. There are moments when first aid is not an option: this was one of them. If I hadn't been a female, I may have understood his immense courage during that painful moment. I knew he was suffering but the best I could do was give him an ice-cream. He stifled any comments about his burning, physically nauseating pain and ate the ice-cream. I am glad he managed to keep his cool in a moment of sheer agony (actually, this moment lasted a couple of hours, now I come to think of it) when he got bitten on the testicle by a nasty, horrible little dune spider.
