Fight Me

I've already either survived or escaped chicken pox, measles, mumps, rubella, whooping cough, scarlet fever, lice, mice, dog bites, tick bites, Lyme disease, Hanta virus, global cooling, global warming, global climate change, HIV, AIDS, the evils of rock and roll music, West Nile virus, the Hale-Bopp comet, domestic violence, substance abuse, Y2k, mad cow disease, SARS, bird flu, swine flu, MERS, viral pneumonia, chronic infection, ISIS, gaslighting, backstabbing, anxiety, depression, autoimmune disorder, Democratic presidencies, Republican administrations, World War Z, less successful Jeremy Renner movies, adrenal failure, personal failure, personal attacks, and the end of the Mayan calendar.
I made it through Zika too, but I was so busy being alive that I never even heard of it when it was an alleged threat.
I didn't run to the store last week to stock up because I already keep a respectable supply of bath tissue, we routinely use soap, I come from a long line of survivors, and Hunneypunkin knows how to do things.
Didn't your mother teach you to wash your hands?  Mine did.  (Thanks, Mom.)
Coronavirus can fight me.