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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Wombat savagry!!!
As a backpacker in Oz I went to visit Wilsons Prom in Vicotria to experience its beauty and see some wildlife. Cute kagaroos with joeys and emus and all the other animals we British belive hop about in the back gardens of Australian suburbia.
I came out of my tent and was pleasently surprised to see a wombat foraging about in the grass just beside me. Woman is kind of like a cross between Paddington Bear and a womble for those who dont know. He seemed unpetured by my presence and cae closer to me right up to me infact. I thought I would break all the rules of dealing with wildlife and go in for the stroke. At first all went well. I made contact and was pleased with myself and so retreated. Mr Wombat seemed to follow me, he obviously craved human contact and wanted more. He lad this lovely docile expression on his face as he sniffed my leg and sank his rabid snarling jowels in to it. Right through my jeans and drew blood the vicious little bastard!!!! He then calmly repositioned is head next to the grass and carried on eating, leaving me with an ever growing patch of blood on my thigh and a horrified expression on my face.
And the moral!!!! DONT FUCK WITH WOMBLES!!!! or wombats
( , Wed 8 Jun 2005, 10:34, Reply)
As a backpacker in Oz I went to visit Wilsons Prom in Vicotria to experience its beauty and see some wildlife. Cute kagaroos with joeys and emus and all the other animals we British belive hop about in the back gardens of Australian suburbia.
I came out of my tent and was pleasently surprised to see a wombat foraging about in the grass just beside me. Woman is kind of like a cross between Paddington Bear and a womble for those who dont know. He seemed unpetured by my presence and cae closer to me right up to me infact. I thought I would break all the rules of dealing with wildlife and go in for the stroke. At first all went well. I made contact and was pleased with myself and so retreated. Mr Wombat seemed to follow me, he obviously craved human contact and wanted more. He lad this lovely docile expression on his face as he sniffed my leg and sank his rabid snarling jowels in to it. Right through my jeans and drew blood the vicious little bastard!!!! He then calmly repositioned is head next to the grass and carried on eating, leaving me with an ever growing patch of blood on my thigh and a horrified expression on my face.
And the moral!!!! DONT FUCK WITH WOMBLES!!!! or wombats
( , Wed 8 Jun 2005, 10:34, Reply)
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