@zombie.nancy11372 is a godess of fierce: I know! Even when the guy was walking away Kanga was still spoiling for a fight. I found myself muttering 'kick him, kick him'. To Kanga of course.
I am one of those people that loves to eat random, random animals. And let me tell you, Kangaroos are freaking delicious. I just ate some the other day. It paired nicely with a Chianti.
@SantosLHalper: YOU HAVE? I was walking through the Kansas City Zoo with my ex once when a couple of kangaroos hopped out onto the path in front of us. They were about a foot away. We were like "AWWWW" and took pictures and kept walking. On the way out, a zoo employee asked if we had a good time. We were like, "Yeah! We loved getting so close to the kangaroos!" The employee stared at us. We explained and she got a panicked look on her face and called for backup. Turns out they escaped from their pen. We were both super naive; I had no idea kangaroos could be dangerous at all.
@SantosLHalper: Ooh, me too! Well, not beaten up, but punched in the chest. The Honolulu zoo used to have their kangaroos behind a wire-link fence, and I was standing close to it to get a good look, and was thrilled to see one hop over and stand right in front of me. I got closer, and it looked me in the eye for a second, then WHOMP, left jab right through the links of the fence. Knocked me flat, but I had a bruise and a great story to tell for a week. I had always thought kangaroo boxing was a myth, silly naive me.
@TexasCrude: My pet bunny boxes me with his front paws on a daily basis, generally when I'm in his way. I don't think he's noticed that there is a large discrepancy between our sizes.
@TexasCrude: One time while I was tubing (in Austin)I got seperated from my group with out realizing why. They had all floated to the right to avoid a large water snake that was swimming right for me, to the left. Terrifying. It swam under my tube and dissapeared. That is close enough to being injured.
@Ailanthus-altissima: THIS. OH MY GOD. Geese are the devil's spawn. When I spent the summer in Mexico, my aunt would send me out to get her order at the tortilleria and I would be attacked by geese on the way there daily. They'd aim for my butt and I'd swat them away with my backpack but they still got me.
@TexasCrude: Awe, I love Austin. I spent a summer there a few years back with my older brother who is finishing up his PhD at TU. I'm feeling very nostalgic now. :(
@Ailanthus-altissima: @TexasCrude: I was chased by a goose at age 3, when I was smaller than the full-sized, running, honking, spread-winged beast. It's really lovely having animal trauma as my earliest memory.
@TexasCrude: I worked at The Mansion when I was there. Is that place still around?
@hooooooot: It's so pretty and you are so close to fun outdoor things. I love New York City but there is no place to go tubing around here. I've looked.
@hooooooot: I'm with you. I love the food here, the dog love and biking and all the park space but then the whole city is littered with hipsters. I can't go a block without seeing someone in an ethnic scarf. It grates the hell out of me.
@Shannon: Yes! Oh man. That place is so fancy. I want to rent it out and not even for an event. I just want to put a giant cake there and eat it, while wearing a luxurious bathrobe.
@TexasCrude: When I was two I had to wear glasses for four months. My mom took me to the Long Island Game Farm the day we picked them up as a treat. It was a bad idea: an ostrich reached out of its cage, snatched my glasses off my face, and mangled them. We were back to order a new pair of glasses within an hour of getting them. The optometrist still tells that story to this day.
@TexasCrude: Until I turned 11 and we moved into a respectable neighborhood, my mom would constantly bring home stray dogs or dogs she was babysitting for friends.
One day, she brought home one of those little white terriers with the big heads, and she let him go, and he proceeded to run in crazy, yapping circles through the kitchen and living room. I was holding my cat Socks at the time, and he decided he needed a safe place. Which was the top of my head. Naturally, the top of your head isn't very secure, so he used his claws.
Around this same time, we were sitting for a friend's two Saint Bernards and I was walking the big dude, Bruiser, and talking to a handsome lad from school, when all of a sudden my arm was almost ripped out of the socket when he ran after a cat. I ended up being dragged on my front through two neighbor's gravelly front yards.
@TexasCrude: 8 years old, a mean donkey grabbed me with his teeth by my overalls and dragged me around face in the dirt for approx. 3 minutes while my best friend was frantically screaming for help.
Later in life, while travelling in China, i was offered a donkey tongue dish by a street stall vendor. I said "Why, yes of course"
These are -gorgeous-! Thank you so much for sharing them. I'm in the marine sciences field, so the picture of the zebrafish brain in particular made me melt into a little puddle of geeky fish love.
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He's allergic to snobs.
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If the 'roo hadn't punched him, I would have.
But srsly: how can you have wild animals in the Waldorf for your entertainment and call yourself NatGeo?
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AWWW, LOOK AT TEH PANDA! HE'S RIPPING HIS FACE OFF LIKE A LION EATING A GAZELLE. HOW ADORABLE~
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It's tough to fuck up anything that's breaded and fried, though.
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When in Rome?
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It was midtown manhattan ;o(
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When I was small, my grandpa's donkey Eugenio stepped on my foot and I fed him the stank until he died.
Also, two years ago, I got kicked in the ass by a horse. I may or may not have a hoof print on my rear.
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To this day, it still hurts at times.
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I went home with a spotted rear that time.
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A picture is worth a thousand words.
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@hooooooot: It's so pretty and you are so close to fun outdoor things. I love New York City but there is no place to go tubing around here. I've looked.
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I love that place. It's posh as hell.
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One day, she brought home one of those little white terriers with the big heads, and she let him go, and he proceeded to run in crazy, yapping circles through the kitchen and living room. I was holding my cat Socks at the time, and he decided he needed a safe place. Which was the top of my head. Naturally, the top of your head isn't very secure, so he used his claws.
Around this same time, we were sitting for a friend's two Saint Bernards and I was walking the big dude, Bruiser, and talking to a handsome lad from school, when all of a sudden my arm was almost ripped out of the socket when he ran after a cat. I ended up being dragged on my front through two neighbor's gravelly front yards.
I found out why they called him Bruiser that day.
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Later in life, while travelling in China, i was offered a donkey tongue dish by a street stall vendor. I said "Why, yes of course"
insert you own "vengeance" joke here _________
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