I Could Have Been Eaten By A Wolf
|I laughed so hard when I saw this picture. In my case it was a buck that was SIGNIFICANTLY larger than me, antlers and all, but it was pretty much punching exactly like that!|
|Imagine this punching you. What. The. Hell.|
By now they are standing directly in front of me to where I could pet them without moving my feet. I’m having my very own “Little Red Riding Hood” moment, “Wow grandmother, what large teeth you have” as I’m thinking “hum, their hair looks very familiar, they look like those Native American paintings of wolves. OH MY GOSH THESE ARE WOLVES.”
Now in all reality these wolves seemed about as harmless as a caterpillar. They were literally just standing there looking at me like “Dude, check out that crazy chick. She sure does breathe fast,” but still. Wolves. Two of them. Enough said.
I could go on and on about the time that I stepped on a crab and it pinched the hell out of my foot. I could also talk about the time a bird got in the house and every time I got close to catching it I would freak out and run out of the room screaming. Or I could tell you about the time I saw an old blind dog outside and my tender heart let him in my house and it took two animal control guys three hours and a tranquilizer gun to get him out. I could go on and on but I have to go pick up my kids now so that’s all you get for today.