Bitten by a Squirrel *chomp*
Today I wanted to do some yard work and cut the large branches off of this overgrown oak tree that extends from my next door neighbor's house onto mine. I used some long handled clippers to cut as much as I could but there was no way I could do that with the big branches so I needed a chainsaw.
So I drive to my parents house to get my father's chain saw. I enter the room before the storage room, a.k.a. the gym, and I see this Squirrel running around inside that room. I chase it into the storage room, and it wedges itself between the wall and a milk crate. I would have left the squirrel alone, but you see my parents have a cat that would easily have killed the squirrel and I figured I would do my good deed of the day and rescue it. I tried to calm it and pet it and it almost seemed like the squirrel was purring like a cat, but maybe I was wrong. I then slowly grabbed it and it screamed like a banshee. I kept trying to calm it so I could pick it up. Finally he let me pick him up, and I got a good eye to eye look at the squirrel, he seemed terrified but I kept stroking him to keep him settled down. I took him outside the gym and was walking toward a near by tree where I was going to release him. I was two inches away from the trunk and that's when the squirrel finally freaked out on me and I was bitten on my left pointing finger right there.
The little bastard bit right through. Of course I did the natural reaction and basically chucked the squirrell the second he decided to have a taste of manflesh. I was bleeding pretty heavily from that one, he tried to take a chunk out but didn't get that far. I went inside my parents house and washed it out with soap and water, the put antibiotic on it and some gause and band aid. Hopefully the squirrel didn't have rabies, or this whole experience is going to enter a whole different chapter. So that was my idotic experience having a good deed (probably stupid anyway) turn sour. I was saying to myself while thinking about grabbing the squirrel that "For sure he's going to bite my ass!" but I just ignored my rationality and went off the cliff without a chute.
Edited by: VIDEO GAMER X 1 at: 10/8/03 1:24 am
Re: Bitten by a Squirrel *chomp*
No, Mr. Sarcasm, it was scared $hitless, and bit my stupid ass cause he thought I was going to eat him.
I did manage to continue with the work and cut off some large limbs off of that tree and just have to bust up those tomorrow and take them to the brush dump.
Re: Bitten by a Squirrel *chomp*
VG, while that was very kind and brave of you, it was also incredibly stupid. Most animals are react aggressively when threatened, and we're talking about a rodent here. Rodents are fucking mean bastards. Hell, I got bitten by three pet rodents before, but I was probably handling them wrong (I was young then, and thought "The bigger the pet, the bigger the love."). When those little shits bite, it hurts. Anyway, your biggest mistake was looking into its eyes. Your eyes are forward, like all other predators. It most likely took your stare as a huge act of aggression. Even humans react that way, VG. If you had to pick it up, you shouldn't have looked at it at all.
And you know, only cats purr. If you hear any other animals making a sound that sounds like a purr, it's not.
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With Bow let us win Kine, with Bow in battle, with
Bow be victory in our hot encounters,
The Bow brings grief and sorrow to the foeman; armed
With Bow may we subdue all regions.
Close to his ear, as fain to speak, she presses, holding
Her well-loved friend in her embraces;
Strained on the bow, she whispers like a woman -- this
Bow-string that preserves us in the Combat.
Quote:I did manage to continue with the work and cut off some large limbs off of that tree and just have to bust up those tomorrow and take them to the brush dump.
The emergency meeting of the Oak Tree Squirell Council (OTCS) had met hasitly, determined a quorum and decided to send the King as it's emissary to negotiate with the horrific creature weilding the WMD (weapon of mass defoliation). King "Grumbles" as they called him, being the King of all the squirells in that disctrict (as voted upon by the OTCS) approached the beast and made his best attempt at communication. "Damnit," Grumbles thought as he went through his entire repetoir of audible noises, "This bastard is as dense as they come." The beast, being unversed in Squirellese, regarded Grumbles' emotional pleas for mercy on the very home of the OTCS as a friendly gesture and thought maybe a good deed was in order. Namely, imprisonment. "You daft punk," grumbled Grumbles, "I don't want to be your fucking friend, I want you to stop destroying my world." With all hope of verbal negotiation lost, Grumbles resorted to sending a message that the beast might understand......
Re: The Squirell King
Ummm....yeah. I made another Board City strip. It's about this incident. I....I tried to be as sensitive as possible.
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Re: The Squirell King
ha ha, old man Toby, that's hilarious. LOL! I'm adding it as an addendum to the entry I made yesterday in my journal. Funny stuff that applies so well to such a dumb thing in my part is something I have to preserve for my kids and grandkids to read someday.
Re: The Squirell King
I thoroughly enjoyed that read, as well.
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With Bow let us win Kine, with Bow in battle, with
Bow be victory in our hot encounters,
The Bow brings grief and sorrow to the foeman; armed
With Bow may we subdue all regions.
Close to his ear, as fain to speak, she presses, holding
Her well-loved friend in her embraces;
Strained on the bow, she whispers like a woman -- this
Bow-string that preserves us in the Combat.
at: 10/8/03 4:09 am
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