Hym "Failure to make a concerted effort to keep me alive. Me dying isn't going to save your. You haven't made a concerted effort to keep me alive and the bodily harm clause allows for ACCIDENTAL death (upto and including getting hit by a drunk driver). Now, it doesn't say anything about ME keep MYSELF alive. It says YOU have to make a concerted effort to keep ME alive. You motherfuckers really struggle with the YOU vs ME distinction don't you? So, killing me, letting me die, denying me care. None of that is going to stop anything. OK? You get it. MY thing IS going to work. YOUR thing is not. You don't do what I do. Me. You. Get it? OK."
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"