When I got back in, I had to tell the staff and some others about my encounter in 1st grade with a rat. It was one of the two school mascots and they lived in the library. We were taking turns reaching in and petting them, and I must have either had something on my hand that smelled good or just surprised them, but one bit my index finger and held on as I screamed and flung him off.
I sat there crying, blood getting all over from my finger. When one of the sisters came into the room to see what was going on, I remember her telling me, oh, it's not that bad, there's no reason to cry, but I was afraid that I had killed the rat and that was why I was crying. They found him, hiding next to one of the bookshelves, poor critter.
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Date: 2007-08-19 04:41 pm (UTC)I sat there crying, blood getting all over from my finger. When one of the sisters came into the room to see what was going on, I remember her telling me, oh, it's not that bad, there's no reason to cry, but I was afraid that I had killed the rat and that was why I was crying. They found him, hiding next to one of the bookshelves, poor critter.