She was covered with scabs and supurating sores. Her entire skin itched intolerably.
It had been getting worse for a long time. Sometimes she couldn't stand it and she would twitch and shudder and send the parasites that caused all the trouble into a mad panic. But relief was short lived. The little creatures quickly restored themselves and took up their usual activities. Burrowing under her skin. Leaving their scabrous deposits where ever they wanted.
She grew angrier.
How dared they take such advantage of her? They thought her helpless so they had no mercy. But she would show them.
She waited for the day when she could tolerate no more.
When that day came she twitched and shook and sent such anger up from within that her entire skin was shed and sent beyond her orbit and into oblivion - or possibly not. But she didn't care. The itching was gone at last.
Earth settled down content.
At least for a while.