You have no idea how tempted I was to ask about the likelihood of my turning into a werecat.
Smish, I think we shall be werecats together, because I just pricked my finger with a needle that I just used to inject insulin into my cat! Ack! My skin has been invaded by biohazard infectious waste! That can't be good.
(After googling - apparently, many people have done this accidentally and they say it's nothing to worry about. But still, I have this sudden urge for a tuna fish sandwich, and I really want to lie down on the newspaper my husband is reading . . .)