I had a good giggle too... also no pain meds... or vodka.
When I was a kid, I rescued a black squirrel from the clutches of my cat's teeth. I tried to nurse the poor thing back to health, hand feeding and watering it. Mind you, the poor thing likely had a broken back. It could not move. But those sad little squirrel eyes...
Once while feeding it, I must have moved it just the wrong way and hurt it. The little critter bit me. I have a scar on my wrist to this day form the debacle that followed...
In reaction to being bitten, I flung my hand, squirrel still attached to my wrist, and tried to get it off. It took a few pretty good shakes. Blood was flying everywhere. The poor thing flew across the room and was, I am quite sure, worse off. As was my little brother who was subjected to watching this take place.
Since I was bitten, we had to take the squirrel in to be sure it didn't have rabies. I didn't realize the vet was going to kill the squirrel to do the test. I was devastated.
Luckily I didn't get rabies. I did, however, vow to never rescue a wild animal again.
Until I found the nest of baby birds on the ground...
We always knew you were a bit of a softie Ralph... You kept the most CX babies of all of us!
Linda, get well soon!