Warning!!! Go Pee Before Reading

[FranEMTnurse, CNA, LPN, EMT-I]

trust me, pee before you read this one...lol lol

i never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! little did i suspect...

i was on brice street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. as i passed an oncoming car, a brown, furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

it was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. i really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. i hate to run over animals, and i really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.

i barely had time to brace for the impact. animal lovers, never fear. squirrels i discovered, can take care of themselves.

inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. he was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes.

his mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt!

i was pretty sure the scream was squirrel for "bonzai!" or maybe "die you gravy-sucking heathen scum!" the leap was nothing short of spectacular...

he shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. instantly, he set upon me. if i did not know better, i would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.

snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. as i was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. this furry little tornado was doing some damage!

picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.

and losing...

i grabbed for him with my left hand. after a few misses, i finally managed to snag his tail. with all my strength, i flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as i recoiled from the throw. that should have done it. the matter should have ended right there.

it really should have, the squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and i could have headed home. no one would have been the wiser. but this was no ordinary squirrel. this was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. this was an evil mutant attack squirrel of death! twisted evil

[J Lynn]

Great story, Marge. I especially like your little squirrel picture at the beginning.

[donmurray]

But Wait! Is there more? I hear you call.... :chuckle

[gwenith, BSN, RN]

A freind of mine stopped once to tend to a possum that was lying at the side of the road. Now this bloke had skinny legs and a pair of wide legged shorts. The possum must have seen this though as a convient tree with a nice cozy hole - he shot up the guys legs and into his shorts - around the crutch area. Now this freind was a very pious religious man but those shorts came down right there and then in the middle of the street as he tried to extricate an irrate sharp clawed possum from his nether regions.

[nursebedlam]

good one :rotfl: :rotfl:

[donmurray]

Squirrel story.

There's more...

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having onehand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result.

Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in .. well .. I just plain screamed

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoorifice. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort of. Spectacularly sort-of ...so to speak.

To be continued....?

[FranEMTnurse, CNA, LPN, EMT-I]

did he look anything like this don? because i had one like this around here. the thing chewed through my new lawn chair seat, and stole all the suet feeder in spite of it being squirrel proof, then it hopped right up on my bird feeders now high on my windows, and pulled them off too, chewed the suet feeder beyond repair. dang granny got angry:angryfire

[danu3]

Hey, let's continue this story...

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...I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort of. Spectacularly sort-of ...so to speak.

In about 5 seconds later, I heard this little roar behind me. I looked behind me and I can't believe my eyes! It was this squirrel on a mini-bike doing a wheelie! The roar was from his bike!

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Next paragraph or two from someone else...

-Dan

[VivaLasViejas, ASN, RN]

.....(wiping off the Diet Coke that has been spewed all over the monitor)..... :rotfl:

[FranEMTnurse, CNA, LPN, EMT-I]

I am always sooo willing to help you you out Marla. And while I'm at it, Congratulations girl on your little girl. You have every right to be proud of her. And best of all, Girl, you have come a very very loooong way down the road to the narrow road. God bless you, Sweet lady. I love you. You deserve every bit of praise you get. I now bow to you with admiration.

[VivaLasViejas, ASN, RN]

Oh my goodness...... :imbar .......thank you! I dunno what I did that was so great, but I do appreciate the kind words......how sweet of you :kiss

Thank you for making my day! :)

[canoehead, BSN, RN]

Was it this squirrel??