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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Where I got my monkey obsession...
When I was a wee lad of about 6 I lived in Nairobi, Kenya. It was a regular fun game for me and my (younger) brother to watch cartoons and laugh at the monkeys looking in on our windows as we did so.
The monkeys obviously took the mockery of us roughly monkey sized pink things to heart, as one day me and my bro were exercising our right to childhood innocence and making a den in the garden using bits of old tat when we heard rustling in the trees. A swift look up revealed a pack of angry monkeys bent on revenge for our childish pointing and giggling from behind the safety of glass.
Cue me and my lightning fast brother zipping at great haste for our front door with numerous grumpy simians on our heels. Tragically, half way towards the door (clearly several miles away in my eyes) I bit the dust, and a wave of fear came over me because clearly the most terrible consequence of being attacked by monkeys was - to my terrified of needles 6 year old mind - was a tetanus injection, which due to my skinny nature would be in my arse. I wailed and gnashed my teeth mightily.
Fortunately next doors Labrador appeared barking madly, scaring off the monkeys and saving me from a certain monkey-based doom. I'm sure then mummy came and made it all right.
However, a useful bit of the psychology of 6 year olds can be taken from this exercise, expressed as:
Fear of injection in the arse (is greater than) Fear of death
To this day I retain my anal virginity and a monkey fixation.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 11:44, Reply)
When I was a wee lad of about 6 I lived in Nairobi, Kenya. It was a regular fun game for me and my (younger) brother to watch cartoons and laugh at the monkeys looking in on our windows as we did so.
The monkeys obviously took the mockery of us roughly monkey sized pink things to heart, as one day me and my bro were exercising our right to childhood innocence and making a den in the garden using bits of old tat when we heard rustling in the trees. A swift look up revealed a pack of angry monkeys bent on revenge for our childish pointing and giggling from behind the safety of glass.
Cue me and my lightning fast brother zipping at great haste for our front door with numerous grumpy simians on our heels. Tragically, half way towards the door (clearly several miles away in my eyes) I bit the dust, and a wave of fear came over me because clearly the most terrible consequence of being attacked by monkeys was - to my terrified of needles 6 year old mind - was a tetanus injection, which due to my skinny nature would be in my arse. I wailed and gnashed my teeth mightily.
Fortunately next doors Labrador appeared barking madly, scaring off the monkeys and saving me from a certain monkey-based doom. I'm sure then mummy came and made it all right.
However, a useful bit of the psychology of 6 year olds can be taken from this exercise, expressed as:
Fear of injection in the arse (is greater than) Fear of death
To this day I retain my anal virginity and a monkey fixation.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 11:44, Reply)
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