Scars with historyYou've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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When I was 15...I was on work experience at our local Aquarium, which also had a large reptile section. My job was to clean the cages and feed the snakes, lizards, etc. One of the bigger cages housed 7 Indian pythons, and I'd clambered in with a bucket of dead rats and a "grab handle" type device with which to feed them. Having fed 6 of them I was just trying to locate the 7th snake from amongst the pile when the 7th snake located me. My right foot to be precise. The bastard managed to bite right through my trendy 80's deck shoe and white sock and would only stop trying to swallow my whole foot when I hit him repeatedly with the bucket.
The management paid me £20 to keep quiet about it, but bollocks to them - it was nearly 19 years ago.
Still got the scar too.
Woo.
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BobbyParadise, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 15:58,
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