When animals attack...
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
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Dark, stormy weekend
and my friend had left my passenger-side car window rolled down for about 48 hours. Of course, as we were making to go down to the bars, I had had more to drink than he had, making him the designated driver.
As I approached the passenger door, seeing the open window, I began cursing at his swarthy Ukranian stupidity. Such violence startled the kitty who had sought shelter from the rain and she leapt out, clawing my favorite hoody and shrieking bloody cat-murder before running off into the night.
"But wait," you ask, "how did you know she was a she?"
Well, BECAUSE SHE HAD FUCKING BABIES UNDER THE SEAT OF MY FUCKING CAR. Cute little buggers, despite being mucus-covered and covered in the old bits of sandwich that gets swept under a car seat.
We cancelled our bar-going, and waited about for mum to return, but she was obviously a deadbeat. Called animal control who took 'em off for medical experiments or something. Nobody offered to steam-vac the catbirthing from my upholstery.
( , Fri 3 Jun 2005, 16:48, Reply)
and my friend had left my passenger-side car window rolled down for about 48 hours. Of course, as we were making to go down to the bars, I had had more to drink than he had, making him the designated driver.
As I approached the passenger door, seeing the open window, I began cursing at his swarthy Ukranian stupidity. Such violence startled the kitty who had sought shelter from the rain and she leapt out, clawing my favorite hoody and shrieking bloody cat-murder before running off into the night.
"But wait," you ask, "how did you know she was a she?"
Well, BECAUSE SHE HAD FUCKING BABIES UNDER THE SEAT OF MY FUCKING CAR. Cute little buggers, despite being mucus-covered and covered in the old bits of sandwich that gets swept under a car seat.
We cancelled our bar-going, and waited about for mum to return, but she was obviously a deadbeat. Called animal control who took 'em off for medical experiments or something. Nobody offered to steam-vac the catbirthing from my upholstery.
( , Fri 3 Jun 2005, 16:48, Reply)
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