When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Giant Killer Seagulls
A few years ago, back in my student days I lived in the Granite city. (Aberdeen for anyone not from there, who hasn't been duped by a false sence of civic pride into calling it that)
For those of you that don't know Aberdeen its a wee city right on the north sea coast and the seagulls there grow disproportionatly large. Like a medium sized dog, or a very big tall fat cat.
To someone of my small stature (under 5ft) That is Very Very large indeed.
One day, walking down the street towards my union bar I was in a slightly hungover state, feeling a teeny bit delicate and just a smidgeon sorry for myself, I stopped along the way to get myself a sandwhich, hoping this would sooth my hungover self.
I had just opened my tasty treat when... WHACK! Out of no-where I was forcibly pushed to the ground and held there. Surely I cant be getting mugged I thought... Its broad daylight, I'm clearly a student, and therefore have nothing of worth to steal!
I turned slowly... to get a glimps of my assailant, just in time to see the biggest seagull I had ever spotted jump off my shoulder, grab my tuna sandwich and waddle off down the street...
( , Fri 25 Apr 2008, 11:45, Reply)
A few years ago, back in my student days I lived in the Granite city. (Aberdeen for anyone not from there, who hasn't been duped by a false sence of civic pride into calling it that)
For those of you that don't know Aberdeen its a wee city right on the north sea coast and the seagulls there grow disproportionatly large. Like a medium sized dog, or a very big tall fat cat.
To someone of my small stature (under 5ft) That is Very Very large indeed.
One day, walking down the street towards my union bar I was in a slightly hungover state, feeling a teeny bit delicate and just a smidgeon sorry for myself, I stopped along the way to get myself a sandwhich, hoping this would sooth my hungover self.
I had just opened my tasty treat when... WHACK! Out of no-where I was forcibly pushed to the ground and held there. Surely I cant be getting mugged I thought... Its broad daylight, I'm clearly a student, and therefore have nothing of worth to steal!
I turned slowly... to get a glimps of my assailant, just in time to see the biggest seagull I had ever spotted jump off my shoulder, grab my tuna sandwich and waddle off down the street...
( , Fri 25 Apr 2008, 11:45, Reply)
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