After a youth fireside at the Bowers' one Sunday night, some of us were looking at the Bowers' pet gerbil. I ignorantly tried to stroke the thing under the chin like a dog and it gripped my finger hard with its sharp rodent teeth. It was clamped on good with apparently no plans to let go. As it did for the gerbil, instinct took over in me and I snapped my wrist, flinging the rodent across the room. It surprisingly spun out into a relatively soft landing on the hard wood floor under the couch. Luckily for me the thing was still alive, I had only a little blood drawn and remained disease free. Lesson learned: don't stick your finger close to rodents' mouths, and if you are unlucky enough to have one attached to you, fling it!
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That must have been painful Dave, but it is kind of funny. If it would have died I wouldn't have felt bad. I think pet Gerbils with miles of tunnels have gone out of style because I don't know anyone who has them anymore. It's like it was an 80's/90's thing.
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