The third time I met death was age 5. Snuck in the neighbor's yard to pet puppies. They stopped biting when my head hit the driveway and I was knocked out. Woke up in ER. Got a sucker. It was orange. My life? It was all stolen time.

“For in the last moment of his life, as he saw those waiting around him, he knew that the ancient war between Man and insect had long ago been ended, and that Man was not the victor.” - The Awakening, Arthur C. Clarke