Not me...
...but my sister.This must have been, ooh, two years ago now, and I still take great pleasure in reminding her about this. So, there we were, staying in a caravan at some crappy park, which boasted a surprising lack of entertainment.
We were lounging by the communal pool (read small, child infested, man-made puddle)and the sister was coming back with a portion of chips. Unfortunately for her, she had to walk past the grottiest bin in existence, which, being summer, had it's own community of one small wasp.
Her being all but phobic of wasps, I was watching with malicious glee. Walking up to the bin, she noticed the small wasp all of five feet away from her. She freezes. The wasp, sensing panic, buzzes around the bin in a vain attempt to lull her into a false sense of security. However, the wasp's path takes it infintessimaly closer to said sister, so she lets out an ear-piercing shriek which I swear could have caused an avalanch over in the Himalayas.
Launching the chips into space, she turns, screaming and gibbering, and runs out of the pool (puddle) area. Running, barefoot, over the sharpest, hottest gravel in existence. I would say that that ruined the holiday, but there wasn't going to be much to ruin anyway.
So, not really an animal attack, but she swears to this day it was making a bee-line for her *badum-tish*

No apologies for length, I'm allergic to them.
(Gat Bandish I've got wood in my soul, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 14:27, Reply)