Fleas

There's a funny thing about fleas. You never want to look in an area for too long because you are in denial for having fleas and you don't want your eyes to verify the truth. Everyone is in denial of having fleas until the day they finally realize. And when you get them, there is still a moment of doubt as to if you really have fleas or not because you really rather not. And in that moment of doubt you are still reluctant to stare in one area for too long because you want your doubt to be true and you don't want fleas.

You unfocus your eyes just after a moment's passed because you want the flea to pass or jump by without your eyes catching it. It is usually after an itch on the leg due to them navigating through your hair follicles that draws the attention of your eyes to a particular region. Fleas navigating the area - itch - look - then quickly looking away as if disregarding the itch as just another itch. You are allowed to play this game for as long as you can trick the brain.

Ok so now you've either stared long enough to realize you have fleas or you just smashed one and you found a for-sure dead flea in your palm. The next itch you feel you are not so inclined to ignore it anymore. This time around the first itch you feel your eyes glued like a hawk waiting for the next fucker to come around. Now that you realize you have fleas, you feel like every part of your body is itchy. Instead of one flea navigating through your hairs, its an army of fleas marching through your lush jungle valley ways. And then its too late, you know you've met flea-doom and no matter how long you stare at them they won't just disappear. You trace your steps backwards and you realize that the war against fleas can never be won.

...Well unless you go buy some flea-egg-killing-spore-slow-release-gas that you can emit like agent orange, then you might have a chance.