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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The Moth From Another Dimension
I was woken up at 1am with the sound of something flapping about the room. I turn the light on, and can't see nothing there. Then out of the corner of my eye, I notice a cigar shape dangling off the ceiling in the corner of the room....now I am starting to twitch a bit...but so's this fecking cigar.
It opens up it's wings (due to me putting the light on), and it's the size of a pidgeon. And its seeing me standing there looking sheepish (well I am welsh). It then starts flying at me, and I do what most male blooded men do in an emergency; start flapping me arms and running around the room screaming a bit. I luckily run past a baseball bat in the corner of the room, pick it up, and homerun this monster into my front window, where it makes a clunking sound and lands on the windowsill, dead as a dodo.
I've never slept in that house again, and I won't with even a small window open.
( , Thu 9 Jun 2005, 11:23, Reply)
I was woken up at 1am with the sound of something flapping about the room. I turn the light on, and can't see nothing there. Then out of the corner of my eye, I notice a cigar shape dangling off the ceiling in the corner of the room....now I am starting to twitch a bit...but so's this fecking cigar.
It opens up it's wings (due to me putting the light on), and it's the size of a pidgeon. And its seeing me standing there looking sheepish (well I am welsh). It then starts flying at me, and I do what most male blooded men do in an emergency; start flapping me arms and running around the room screaming a bit. I luckily run past a baseball bat in the corner of the room, pick it up, and homerun this monster into my front window, where it makes a clunking sound and lands on the windowsill, dead as a dodo.
I've never slept in that house again, and I won't with even a small window open.
( , Thu 9 Jun 2005, 11:23, Reply)
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