A shark bit me. I have the band aid to prove it.
That’s one sexy ankle, isn’t it? The shark thought so, too.
Hes looking at me funny.
I’m lucky that’s my only wound. I narrowly escaped death several times at the Florida Aquarium.
I wrestled a crocodile and escaped unscathed.
Stop looking at me!
So I was not about to tempt fate and pet the stingray. No siree.
I know what you did to the Crocodile Hunter....
At the aquarium, you can pet sting rays. Notice that I said “you.” That’s because you can, but I cannot. I know I can’t because I tried.
I thrust my hand into the water, and every time one of those little buggers came near, I pulled out in a panic.
Pet a wolf? Hells yeah! Pet a penguin? I’m down. Pet a sting ray? Hell no!
The aqaurium has posters with proper petting instructions, but these instructions were tricky:
- Use only 2 fingers. What about a finger and a thumb? Can I only use 1 finger? What about 1 finger from each hand?
- Only touch the safe zone, not the danger zone.
The danger zone is the middle of the string ray, and the safe zone is the edges. But I ask you, how can you be sure you’re staying in the safe zone?
What if one of those little buggers is vindicative and just looking for an excuse to sting?
I put my two fingers in the water and reach for the wing of the sting ray. Suddenly, the ray fakes left, moves right, and my fingers end up in the danger zone.
No more Thoughts.
And…this is the last of my cruise posts. Sad thoughts all around.
As a side note, I didn’t realize the comments were off most of the day on yesterday’s post. They’re on now if you want to leave a comment teasing me about my 1 pushup.