Great stories! If I ever go to Europe and buy wine, I will either (a) only buy cheap wine or (b) drink it right away! No carrying it around.
And gearless_chris, I know it sounds contradictory, but I was feeling sorry for you even as I was laughing my ass off at your freak accident.
Here's a weird and absolutely true thing. There was a woman on the east side of Kansas City who opened her home to a number of large crocodiles that were “rescued” from presumably less fortunate circumstances. She may still be there.
I knew her only as “Miss Pat.” I've been to her place. The entire first floor, basement, and back yard were dedicated living quarters for about thirty crocodiles and a number of other animals, including some exotic species of chicken with frilly black plumage on its head.
Also, extending outward from the first-floor windows were long mesh cages supported at their exterior ends by wooden stilts. These housed mostly rodents. She had a few small alligators residing with her, as well. Caymans, I believe they are called.
Now bear in mind that all of this was right in the inner city. It was like a secret zoo in the hood.
I think what freaked me out the most were the cages Miss Pat had constructed for her crocodiles. They were all made of plastic wading pools, chicken wire, and brightly painted children’s bedroom furniture. Gato's kitten