Post by litebright on Jul 16, 2012 16:53:54 GMT -5
One of my first stories at my first job involved getting shut in a barn stall with a river otter that had been hit by a car and was about to be re-released after rehab. I was perched on top of one of those big, plastic dog carriers helping the rescue folks herd him inside.
I was warned beforehand that they can be mean. Dude, that thing crunched his way through big fish, bones and all. Anything with jaws that powerful is not to be messed with.
Hey they can crack open oyster shells with their toofies and widdle paws You don't mess with otters, man. The Russians nearly wiped 'em out and the otters didn't take kindly to that.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny