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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A Monitor
I was busy setting up my lovely computer after returning home for the summer from college. I'm underneath the table, plugging in cords happily humming to myself, seeing the pleasure of a powerful machine in my immediate future, when I jerk my head upward, forgetting that I'm underneath a table.
My head strikes the table, and naturally, my nice 19" CRT monitor, previously precariously positioned on a pile of textbooks, begins to teeter down towards my aching head. I see it coming, but as it weighs around 50 lbs, I can only slow its ominous approach towards the ground. I manage to deflect it with an arm, whereupon it crashes to the ground. The picture tube shatters, and of course, since I've already plugged it in, starts a small fire, because that's all that's needed to make a perfect disaster.
I proceed to dance around with a sore arm and head, and eventually decide it might be a good idea to unplug the monitor and reach for the fire extinguisher. I'm not sure why it caught on fire, but the basement still smells like burnt plastic, and my arm still aches with the memory.
( , Mon 6 Jun 2005, 4:30, Reply)
I was busy setting up my lovely computer after returning home for the summer from college. I'm underneath the table, plugging in cords happily humming to myself, seeing the pleasure of a powerful machine in my immediate future, when I jerk my head upward, forgetting that I'm underneath a table.
My head strikes the table, and naturally, my nice 19" CRT monitor, previously precariously positioned on a pile of textbooks, begins to teeter down towards my aching head. I see it coming, but as it weighs around 50 lbs, I can only slow its ominous approach towards the ground. I manage to deflect it with an arm, whereupon it crashes to the ground. The picture tube shatters, and of course, since I've already plugged it in, starts a small fire, because that's all that's needed to make a perfect disaster.
I proceed to dance around with a sore arm and head, and eventually decide it might be a good idea to unplug the monitor and reach for the fire extinguisher. I'm not sure why it caught on fire, but the basement still smells like burnt plastic, and my arm still aches with the memory.
( , Mon 6 Jun 2005, 4:30, Reply)
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