In Which Toenails are Actually Lost

Let us take a moment to bow our heads in sympathy for the Treasure Hunter.

We commend two of his toenails to the Trail tonight.

After 460 miles of commendable service, and a hot soak in his Aunt Jinkie’s wash tub in Woodstock, Vermont, they have surrendered themselves to be finally detached from their beds. Nail beds, that is.

The pinky toe unceremoniously crumbled.

The pinky toe unceremoniously crumbled.

After weeks of rubbing against his boots, the pinky toe yielded.

Lifting the big toe.

Lifting the big toe.

The biggest toe gave great struggle and pain as it clung on for weeks but was eventually pulled away….
(I accidentally kicked it when we were sleeping last night. Sorry!!)

Toenail-Free-Zachary.

Toenail-Free-Zachary.

And now only the bare bed remains.

Rest in peace toenails. You fought the good fight.

Happy trails,

Artemis

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One thought on “In Which Toenails are Actually Lost

  1. Aagh! You can get from pharmancy a small sleeve of padding for toes. That would help cushion those nail-less toes and keep them from rubbing against boot. The sleeves come in various sizes, to fit large and small toes. I have used them; they protect and ease wear and tear. Much more comfortable walking!

    Love, Aunt Dot

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