Anyone Ever Bitten By A Pet Or Non-Pet Animal?

I've never been bitten but got pecked a lot . My grandma had a parakeet that absolutely hated me. He pecked my lip to the point of bleeding.
Geese which I liked to tease. Couldn't really blame them.
When I was working I visited a lady who lived on a farm. She had two huge German Shepards. I had to let myself in through a gate and walk past them. They could have cared less but the rooster in the yard was another story. I had peck holes in my purse that I used for protection. That thing was lethal.
 
I was bit by a 6' Burmese Python who shot across his 6' cage, out of his coiled position, at the speed of light, as I wiggled a chicken leg, to get him interested. He was more interested in my hand. I pulled back, and he came with me. He hung onto my hand as I shook it. I could see his gross, little, vestigial legs at his side.

I got enraged, squeezed his jaw, on either side, as he started to coil around my arm. He let go, and fell to the floor. I kept saying, out loud, "He's not venomous!" I got my ski gloves, slid open the sunroom door, as he slid around in a bloodthirsty frenzy, and pounced on him, grabbing his head, firmly. Again, he started the coiling routine, but I was ready: I threw his coiled up body back into his cage, and slammed the side door shut! He furiously attacked the plexiglas.

He had belonged to a tenant who was busted for possession with intent to distribute. I found the snake hissing, behind a dresser, when I went to empty the rent house he was in. I was going to take him to the classroom where I taught Biology. After the bite, no way, Jose! The drug guy sent over a buddy to get him.

These days, when I reflect on that fifteen minute incident, I am truly amazed that I left the snake, sliding back and forth in the closed sunroom, got my gloves, and went back in to jump on him! Yeah, I guess we all do stupid things, at times. It must have been the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins!
 
Yes, several times.
I was one of those kids that had to pick up or pet every animal or insect I saw.
When I was 9, my mom took me all over Europe to visit her brothers & sisters. At one apartment in France, a neighbor told us there was a huge rat in her kitchen cabinet under the sink & asked if we could get rid of it. I picked it up by the tail & was taking it outside to let it go. It climbed up its tail & bit my finger - those long front teeth went ALL THE WAY in. I dropped it & it ran away. I didn't say a word to anyone about it. It healed fine.

A couple of years later, my mom took me with her on another trip. We were checking in at the King David hotel in Jerusalem. There was a huge German Shepard sleeping in front of the counter. Back then, I didn't know you should make sure a dog is awake before petting him. I started petting him & he grabbed my arm & bit completely through it; the top & bottom fangs were touching inside my arm. Two women at the counter screamed. My mom didn't know what happened because she was chatting with someone in the lobby. After the dog woke up, he let go & started wagging his tail. I stuck my whole hand in my pocket & when we got to our room, I wrapped a towel around my arm. The bite was close to the wrist, so I was able to hide it by keeping my hand in my pocket. My mom kept asking me, "Why is your hand always in your pocket?" She was rather clueless. That one also healed fine; there are two indentations on my arm.....the size of a dog's fang. :)
 
Dog? yep, multiple times
Cat? yep, multiple times
Horse? yep, twice.
Rabbit? Almost, once
Fish? couple of times while unhooking them.
Too many insect chomps to count.
 
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treeguy64 said:
I was bit by a 6' Burmese Python who shot across his 6' cage, out of his coiled position, at the speed of light, as I wiggled a chicken leg, to get him interested. He was more interested in my hand. I pulled back, and he came with me. He hung onto my hand as I shook it. I could see his gross, little, vestigial legs at his side.

I got enraged, squeezed his jaw, on either side, as he started to coil around my arm. He let go, and fell to the floor. I kept saying, out loud, "He's not venomous!" I got my ski gloves, slid open the sunroom door, as he slid around in a bloodthirsty frenzy, and pounced on him, grabbing his head, firmly. Again, he started the coiling routine, but I was ready: I threw his coiled up body back into his cage, and slammed the side door shut! He furiously attacked the plexiglas.

He had belonged to a tenant who was busted for possession with intent to distribute. I found the snake hissing, behind a dresser, when I went to empty the rent house he was in. I was going to take him to the classroom where I taught Biology. After the bite, no way, Jose! The drug guy sent over a buddy to get him.

These days, when I reflect on that fifteen minute incident, I am truly amazed that I left the snake, sliding back and forth in the closed sunroom, got my gloves, and went back in to jump on him! Yeah, I guess we all do stupid things, at times. It must have been the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins!
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Yeah....the bigger the snake, the bigger their meals & the bigger the teeth to grab larger meals. My Boa Constrictor was 12 feet, but he was nice, never aggressive & never bit. And he loved being handled. Maybe that Python was ignored & was breathing Meth fumes & didn't like people. I'm glad my Boa was not aggressive. Look how many razor-sharp teeth a Boa has. And notice they're longer in the front - for grabbing prey.

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Rat bite for me too. In college, my first night in a new apartment.....a real dungheap but the rent was affordable.....I was watching TV and heard a rustling noise from the kitchen......Even after switching the light on the rat didn't run away, the ballsy mothergrabber just kept looking for anything tasty on the floor by the stove. So I tried to crush it with a broom handle. It ran up the length of the handle and bit the fleshy side of my left hand, the pinky finger side. I was pretty frantic and flung it down on the floor and stamped on it with my foot, over and over.
OK it was one dead rat but I was a little worried about the bite, infection and germs you know? And it was so aggressive I wondered if maybe it had rabies. Well the blood oozed out copiously so I figured any pathogenic microorganisms probably got washed out with the blood. At the time I didn't have a lot of first aid supplies but there was vodka so I swished that around in the bite. It healed OK.
What really annoyed me was when I complained to the landlady she said I must have brought the rat with me.....
 
win231 said:
Yeah....the bigger the snake, the bigger their meals & the bigger the teeth to grab larger meals. My Boa Constrictor was 12 feet, but he was nice, never aggressive & never bit. And he loved being handled. Maybe that Python was ignored & was breathing Meth fumes & didn't like people.
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Yep! The drug dealer dealt weed, and kept the snake as a showpiece. It had never been socialized, as much as a snake can be. The guy was busted for not showing up for his sentencing. He had been busted, originally, for forty pounds, coming over the border. They grabbed him on Sixth Street, Austin's Entertainment District.
 
fmdog44 said:
Only once for me by my next door neighbor's dog. It happened the morning after it was returned from training school it had to go to for biting people. He got me on my left front thigh.
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Neighbours dog across the street decided to pay me a visit (in my own yard) and nip me. I was in my single digits, and mom made it clear to the neighbours that it better not ever happen again. No rabies shot or anything.
 
I've gotten bit by a couple dancers, does that count? :devilish:

Actually, I'd be surprised by those who haven't gotten bitten by something.
 
I got bit by a dog doing something really, really stupid.

I mentioned before that I did volunteer work at an animal shelter. I was in my early 20s. Like most of these things, it was run by a group of older women who had more heart than real experience. They only kept adult dogs, which were in outside individual cages, way taller than an adult (meaning tall enough so that I and the critters could stand up and pace around.)

The women gave these stray dogs vitamin shots...not vitamins in their foods like a rational adult would do, but vitamin shots. So one of them told me to go inside a cage and hold this stray, Shepherd-sized white dog close to the side so she could give it a shot as she stood outside the cage. Sure thing, lady. 🥴 Stupid compliant bastard that I was.

I held, she jabbed, it bit.

End of story.
End of my volunteering.
Still working on perfecting my situational awareness.
 
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Only once for me by my next door neighbor's dog. It happened the morning after it was returned from training school it had to go to for biting people. He got me on my left front thigh.
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If I was a betting man, okay I am, I bet you were pestering the poor animal, just asking to be bit.
 
I once took in a stray black cat. He got attacked by something one night (we thought it was a possum) and got one of his eyes tore up a bit. Vet wanted me to put drops in his eyes a couple times a day but, Midnight wasn't havin it. I kept having to drag him out from under the car by the scruff of his neck. One night he got mad and bit me between the knuckles right next to a vein. Hand got pretty swollen. I told that cat that day...I said if you don't want your medicine then I guess you'll have to take the chance of losing an eye.

He never would let me put anymore in. About a month or 2 later, it was a windy afternoon and his eye was watering and he was meowing for sympathy and I told him it was his own fault. ~Grins~
 
Putting a black lab into an outside kennel at the animal shelter, he was so excited that as I closed the door he jumped and took a chunk out of my finger. He was just having fun, not aggressive or angry.
 
I was bitten on the upper arm by a dog when I was 3 years old, it went right through the raincoat I was wearing and I can still remember seeing teeth marks and blood on my arm when mum undressed me at home, leaving me with a lifelong fear of dogs, although I’m ok now with this type...
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When I was 2 my brother and I were playing outside and my father's hunting dog was there too. He got stung by a bee and bit me right on my face! He never liked my brother or me because he was jealous of us. They had him for 7 years before that had kids and he wanted no part of us. I was scared of dogs my whole life, yet I do not remember it happening.
 
Oh, good grief, I was bitten by more dogs than I care to remember. I loved them and never thought twice about approaching one. My mother was so frustrated running me to the doctor to get cauterized so much. One must not do that. I did learn and now I not only know how to handle a dog, I love training them. Usually, the dogs thought I was a threat to their owners.
 
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When I delivered the newspaper, as a kid, I was collecting at this house and when the lady opened her door, a Cocker Spaniel, Came out and bit me good on the ankle. She put the dog inside and never said a word to me. Since then, I can’t stand that breed of dog, and her damn papers were thrown anywhere but on her porch.
 
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