Actually, I do have a kinda fought a wild animal story. In my youth (talking 12 to 13) I lived in area with vast open scrubland behind our community, hills and valleys and lots of scrub brush. We used to wander every day back there during our summer vacations. (Mom kicked us out of the house in the morning and we couldn’t come back until the streetlights were on but that’s another story.) one time after watching a few Disneys Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom I decided I could grab a snake just like that guy on TV. I did, I grabbed that diamondback by the back of its head, it proceeded to wrap itself around my arm rattler and all! That’s not how it was supposed to happen on TV. My friends ran off yelling you’re going to die. I agreed!
Well, I’m typing this, so it turned out okay. I grabbed the tail and slowly and carefully unwrapped the snake from my arm. Once it was clear I threw it as far as I could (four feet, I was a blubbering mass of tears at that point.) TV never again.
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