Valefor.Slipispsycho said:
»The only vermin mouse I've killed, I did because the *** jumped in the shower and ran on my feet while I had shampoo in my hair and couldn't see what was going on and made me fall out of the damn shower and I think hit my head on the sink.
Yeah, I was feeling a bit vindictive.
The worst things always crawl over your feet when you cant see. Totally reminds me of this story:
Back when I lived with my parents, one night at like 2am I went into the bathroom. I didn't turn the lights on, as I didn't think I needed to to drain liquids. I'm standing at the toilet and feel something on my foot. "the ***?" and look down and there is a snake slithering over my foot. Now, basically the only snakes we have naturally where my parents live are Diamondback rattle snakes, so I do what seams logical. Start screaming at the top of my lungs and attempt to get it off my foot. So in 1 kicking motion I get it off of my foot, up into the air, to have it land on the counter next to me.
I have just managed to piss on the floor, put the snake in a better position to attack me, and likely made it angry. I decided to just try to run. Forgetting my pants were unbuckled I quickly attempt to take too large of a step and am promptly tripped by my slightly sagging jeans. Both of the family dogs are by me by this point and seize the opportunity to lick me mercilessly while I lay on the floor screaming "***. SNAKE. OMG. ***. SNAKE."
By now my mother has rushed to find me, thing hanging out of my boxers, pants at my knees, screaming about a snake. She did what any good mother would do, yelled at me for waking her up and accused me of taking drugs. I'm trying ferociously to get back up to close the door and lock the what I assumed to be mad deadly snake in the bathroom. My mother decided it would be a good idea to try to hold me still on the ground to stop me from hurting myself. This promted me to use every curseword I could think of to try and reason with her. She finally turns around, seems the snake slithering off the counter and begins screaming with me. She decideds running away sounds good and decides the best place to start this retreat is the spot on the floor my ankle is currently locating. She is sent sprawling to the floor. I forget about the snake entirely having just supported 250 pounds w/ my ankle.
My dad shows up, having apperantly decided the situation was real, and managed to toss my bath towel over the snake and pick it up in a hobotype sack. The snake turned out to be our neighbor's pet snake that escaped. Almost compleatly harmless. I missed that entire week of school plus some. 1 day because I had to go to the doctor, 5 days because I punched the kid that ownded the snake in the face(The only time I ever got suspended). I still cant go into that room with out turning on a light.