There is something strange going on at our house lately. Teeny tiny scratches that normally heal in 24 hours or less have been turning into bloody oozy sores. At first I panicked. We did afterall have a run in with a not-so-friendly staph infection earlier this year and I was sure it was back. Then I discovered the truth.
Meet the scab picker in our family. She looks pretty and pretty innocent, right? Trust me. Her finger nails are G-U-I-L-T-Y. She seems to be drawn to scabs, unable to control her impulses whenever a scab is easily accessible. 
Now meet the scab picker's victims. One of them is old enough to object, but for some inexplicable reason he allows his scabs to be picked. 
