 It hurt when he bit me. Oh, yeah. This thing of, I think there's something in my pants, that sensation ends up always being a blade of grass or a little something else. Or they crawl into it to get, because they're not, they don't like the light. I will tell you, being bit where I was bitten was like having a searing hot needle driven into my, it hurt her. It was obvious, and I reached in my pants, and I pulled out the largest fiddleback I'd ever seen. He was the size of a quarter. He was a granddaddy fiddleback.