Well, typing still hurts, but...
Kinkajou Bites Man! Bloodbath At Local Museum! Carnage Ensues At The Health Adventure!
Heh. THA's PR peeps probably wouldn't appreciate me posting this, but since half the staff at Mission Hospital now know about this fiasco, I think it's okay. So, the "top" of the wound is where top teeth were, and the bottom is where his bottom teeth were. So that entire piece of skin was clamped between his jaws.
If I had to get bitten, I wish it had been by something more fearsome, not an adorable (not so much anymore), nocturnal cat-monkey creature. Science note: Kinkajous are in the Procyonidae family, the same one as raccoons and pandas. Alright, class, bonus points if you can tell me what procyonid means. A hint: Pandas are actually more closely related to dogs than bears.
The offending creature's given name is "Hombre" (stupid) but now that we've got a restraining net for his crazy ass, I think I'll call him Hannibal (Time for your monkey biscuits, Dr. Lecter).
Anyway, it was one of those odd moments that I could only reconstruct the memory, as my brain was on autopilot. I remember thinking after literally throwing him into his quarantine carrier, "Oh, blood. It didn't feel like he broke the skin." I immediately rinsed and washed my hand, and at that point the punctures were so bad that water got under my skin, definitely a weird feeling. After I had sat down to stop shaking, I called the people that needed to know, and one of the other staff walked in on me bleeding and she called the appropriate VP who drove me to the ER. Keep in mind this is Christmas Eve. Blah blah...pues, the positive highlights of all this crap (I'm bored with this story, I've told it too much, you want details, you ask) were free Vicodin and getting to flirt with the cute RN who was the only one at the hospital who already knew what a kinkajou was. See y'all in the New Year.
-D.
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Kinkajou Bites Man! Bloodbath At Local Museum! Carnage Ensues At The Health Adventure!
Heh. THA's PR peeps probably wouldn't appreciate me posting this, but since half the staff at Mission Hospital now know about this fiasco, I think it's okay. So, the "top" of the wound is where top teeth were, and the bottom is where his bottom teeth were. So that entire piece of skin was clamped between his jaws.
If I had to get bitten, I wish it had been by something more fearsome, not an adorable (not so much anymore), nocturnal cat-monkey creature. Science note: Kinkajous are in the Procyonidae family, the same one as raccoons and pandas. Alright, class, bonus points if you can tell me what procyonid means. A hint: Pandas are actually more closely related to dogs than bears.
The offending creature's given name is "Hombre" (stupid) but now that we've got a restraining net for his crazy ass, I think I'll call him Hannibal (Time for your monkey biscuits, Dr. Lecter).
Anyway, it was one of those odd moments that I could only reconstruct the memory, as my brain was on autopilot. I remember thinking after literally throwing him into his quarantine carrier, "Oh, blood. It didn't feel like he broke the skin." I immediately rinsed and washed my hand, and at that point the punctures were so bad that water got under my skin, definitely a weird feeling. After I had sat down to stop shaking, I called the people that needed to know, and one of the other staff walked in on me bleeding and she called the appropriate VP who drove me to the ER. Keep in mind this is Christmas Eve. Blah blah...pues, the positive highlights of all this crap (I'm bored with this story, I've told it too much, you want details, you ask) were free Vicodin and getting to flirt with the cute RN who was the only one at the hospital who already knew what a kinkajou was. See y'all in the New Year.
-D.
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It says FAULTY ITEM on my chest in the video by the way.
Mxxx