bare trap

have you ever been walking down a trail, happy go lucky, listening to birds tweeting and chirping away, whistling random tunes and the works. When suddenly your foot is snapped into a bare trap. You say a profanity or two, but look around feeling guilty, but its ok, no one is around to hear them. After a brief moment noticing that that means you are fully alone. And so you spend so much time sitting there starring at your predicament, that the puncture wounds on your leg fr start itch. You start pulling against the trap, but not in a effort to get free, but because the pain of enlarging the wounds seams somehow to sooth the medial itch??...Oh...you haven't....me either then