‘Your son has worms’; the pediatric is quick to attend to the displeasure on my face. I detest, show demure, ‘these notorious beast are back’! If revenge was a black spell abridged in my skull, in no moment I would have incanted the bedraggled swimmers feasting ceremoniously on my son’s palate of exuberance. I embark on what could go wrong now? Fancy the unfancy; the hard-bitten worms in belabor inside the human body, merry-making, in profundity of a soaring cramp here & there and finally clasping the anus causing an itch—a scherzo for their temporal nights.

The parasitic pillage! I scan and look at my beleaguered son. It’s not the first time though; I remember the time I saw a worm slithering down his thigh to the absurdity of the twisted leg like crawling on the curvy slide.

How to conquer a parasite living inside your body—no rent, no lease, absolutely free of cost? Why don’t they find something like a dormant rock or a plate of log to feed on the crusts and the sand? Why be a lily-livered assaulters making human body a lair? And now see them, having a picnic in my son’s tummy!

It’s a dread many of us live by. The entire idea of someone living through your teeth and soaking in the flesh for survival is like a rugged carpet festering the reservoir of impending dust. These worms have their ways to ingress and once they do, it’s like adhering to the demonic leaps of fury.

I often see wire like worms & maggots dressed derring do on vegetables and it makes me nauseatic to see the spongy spots. It often strucks then what if these creepy creatures negligently obstruct the nurturing process of the body? Their dilly-dally exercise is sure to cause stomach cramps, diarrhea and an uneasy bit of you. Another probable encounter could be sarcastically finding their way to your brain? Their peripatetic travels in human body have been a protracted saga of scrutiny by researchers and doctors all over the world.

Isn’t the wormy tale a schadenfreude at the expense of human negligence? Not washing vegetables properly, eating under cooked meat especially pork and filthy hygiene habits are some of the reasons that make one come in cropper. An intimidating aspect almost overlooked is what if a cyst forms in the brain by the notorious pork tape worm spooking the radius with their slimy storbila?   

This is all an unaffordable treaty with the Willy worms. A recent news of a long parasitic worm found in the human brain of a woman in Australia left me unsettled. And the bubbled pile on the juice was the host being a Carpet Python; scientists believe that she could have been contaminated with the feces of the Python during her wanderings. Remarkably chaotic indeed!

We all understand that invasions are never pleasurable. The conqueror sits on you with an unaccustomed purloin of privileges imperceptibly making it their own, adorning a self-exculpating demeanorto finally graduate to be an obstinate ‘mafia’.

So, here I am assessing if the conqueror can be defeated? I look up at my prodigal son carrying this implacable enemy inside. A bottle of ‘Albendazole’ will kill the parasite but the disenchanting parasitic evolution is nothing less than usurping valid ingenuity of forbearance.