Ever had a "dangerous" encounter with any animals?

[KingFreeman]

had to buss a raccoon in his shit with a brick one time. Nigga was terrorizing mefor a week posting up outside the crib every night when I got home from work. There were other raccoons rolling with him but they would run, that one was locc'd up. Landlord left a stack of bricks out front. I had to get him......

brave man

Lol. I was shook standing halfway thru the door. But I just had to get him. Caught the raccoon with that Willie beaman. Crushed his shit.

 

[nj2089]

Got chased by a moose for about 30 feet before it noticed a tree and started eating it.

Lmao

 

[Crude_]

When my wife and I first moved into our home it hadn't been inhabited in probably a year or two.

While we were getting some work done to the home we encountered the biggest rat I've ever seen in my life the thing was about the size of a kitten no lie.

I put poison out for it, but a couple weeks went by and the rat was still in the house.

So we decided to call Orkin; Orkin came and installed glue traps in our home and one night when we came home from a night out I heard my wife hollering in the living room.

I went to the living room to investigate what was going on and there was a snake in the glue trap.

It was a ground rattler snake.

I took it put it in a trash bag and hauled it off.

A few days later the big rat showed up in the hallway clinging to life come to find out the poison I had been putting out killed him and not the anything Orkin did.

I suspect that snake was after the rat.

It should be mentioned we have a big ass bayou in our back yard I've seen all kinda insects and dangerous wildlife out there.

 

[Purr]

My sister and I was attacked by bees and that's how our family found out that my sister is very allergic to them.

 

[Jabu_Rule]

I remember another one. I was living in Jersey with some roommates and squirrel came looking in our window. We decided to leave some nuts out. The fucker actually had preference for certain nuts. He didn't come by for awhile and one day he showed up with what looked like mange looking through the window. Freaked us the fuck out. Thought it was a zombie squirrel. We were no longer concerned about the squirrel like a nigga seeing his ex girlfriend 200 pounds heavier.

 

[lamontbdc]

chased by a moose...where the fuck yall live at. a moose. hell naw

prays the lord that i'm a city nigga. only animals I see are squirrels rats and raccoons. I seen a rat the size of a car tire one night. I just slid around that nigga

watch them seagulls when you downtown...they will swoop in and take your food right out your hand

 

[texas409]

Prays the lord?

 

[JusDre313]

My sister and I was attacked by bees and that's how our family found out that my sister is very allergic to them.

i am all to familiar with this

was 19 on the Northend of Detroit (summer time hot as hell this day) .. working with my pops on one of his houses.. got stung by a bee (first time in my life, only time i have ever been stung BTW) after like 30 mins i started itching like crazy.. tell my pops hes like thats a normal reaction for first time being stung. im like cool, another 30 mins pass im covered from head to toe in hives. my pops boy who was working with us looked at me and told my pops "Dre.. this nigga need to go to the hospital"

Pops rolled his eyes and told me i could drive myself to the hospital, i had rode with him (basically saying i was acting like a pussy) the hospital 20 mins away.. i didnt make it (my throat began to swell, cutting off my air flow) got off the freeway. seen a cop car pulled up behind them, got em to call a ambulance.. mind u im still in the trap wit my pops pick up and all his expensive tools, so i had to move all that big shit inside the cab so fiends dont steal that shit. (mind u its 90 degrees. im barely concious, sweating like a slave and covered in hives)..

nigga i remember sitting in the cab of the truck fading fast, like literally i saw the light dimming.. and im just thinking "nigga i been in the D almost 2 decades never been shot, shot at or none of that shit... and im bout to die from a bee sting.. this sum bullshit (no lie this is exactly what i was thinking lol), i must have passed out and i wake up in the ambulance... they give me some shot and i passed out again. woke up again in the hospital like 5 hours later.. thats the day i found out im deadly allergic to bee stings and my father aint shit. fuck that nigga

 

[lamontbdc]

Prays the lord?

blame DC public school system

 

[Beech Oss Neega]

I was down in Florida riding with the sun roof open on my truck one night, and I felt somethin on my head, I figured it was a mosquito or somethin and swatted at it.

A second later there it is again so I swatted at it and then I felt a lot of movement on my head, this was before I was bald so I rubbed my hand over my waves back to front, and a little blue and black lizard fell in my fuckin lap!

I was driving too, just came out of a red light and swerved into a ditch and hopped out the truck shaking out my clothes. Ppl looking at me like I'm crazy etc.

I didn't see the lizard again and was on high alert every time I got in my truck for like a week after that, cuz I thought he was still in there. Smmfh.

 

[kzzl]

Years ago I was doing landscaping work. We all over Louisiana doing maintenance work on right-aways for company's like Exxon, Chevron, and etc. These right-aways were lamp post and sign markers that indicated the location of pipes underground. Many of these rightaways went into what they called, "god's country". Untouched wilderness and little to no signs of civilization, save for giant power lines that shared the clearings with the right-away markers.

I'll be damned, there's actually a picture online of one...

Now to the story. Me and my foreman, cool guy I'd get high with, was out in Avonyelles Parish I think. Miles from civilization and 30 minutes off the main road, down an abandoned dirt road, to the markers. I should of known my black ass didn't need to be out there off that alone. But it's a fresh Monday morning with the sausage egg and cheese breakfast.

Not that shit from McDonalds, I'm talking bout the scrambled eggs falling out the biscuit shit. With the fresh slice of Kraft cheese melting softly on the fresh off the fryer Jimmy Dean sausage patty and chased by the icest coldest Minute Maid orange juice I ever had. All served by the sweetest creole woman I couldn't understand when she talked.

Anyway, I tell that nigga to hand me a the star blade, big ass steel ninja star looking shit you put on a weed-eater. I was ready to work after that most important meal of the day.

I rev up and get busy. Cutting and swinging and slicing and waving that shit on 3ft grass like I was the next John Henry. On one particular swing as I balanced the inertia for another swipe, my "perriffial" vision caught a slender streak of blackness scurrying on the ground to my side.

I looked down and see my feets surrounded by baby snakes like Orichimaru was vomiting a forbidden jutsu. A nigga done fucked around and swiped at a damn snake nest. The little shits is slithering every where. That next swipe with the weed eater turned into the best toss of company tools I ever threw. All that momentum and panic made me let go of that weed-eater mid swing. I flung that bitch like Koba was throwing apes and ran like a bitch back to the bed of the company truck.

My foreman was ahead of me on the tractor with the bush-hog. I guess he saw me taking flight and rode up to see what was wrong. Told him what happened and he just used the tractor to clear the rest of the area. Nigga said he seen all kinds of shit in the grass, but they were just as scared of us as we were of them. He picked the weed-eater back up while out on the tractor after he was done.

Now, I'm alive to tell y'all about it.

 

[kzzl]

Not my story, but folks always dig this one.

So I'm doing this turnaround at a shit factory, that's right, they made fertilizer there. So it's the first day and the crews are all getting sorted out. All the craft guys are doing the casual conversation thing. One guy in the group was a youngster that had just left underwater welding. You could only do that shit for 7 years back then, they don't let folks work in that field too long, shortens they life span.

So you have an idea...

Anyway, guy was telling us how they had him down in the cage underwater one day. He had to wait on confirmation above on the rig before he could start work. So he's waiting and looking around in the cage, submerged deep in the gulf of Mexico. See's fishes swimming around, other forms of underwater nature, and a cave down on the sea floor. No big deal. Pretty peaceful for the most part.

Well, some more time went by. He's still waiting. Suddenly he catches some movement by the cave out the corner of his eye. He looks and faster than he can blink, that cave he saw earlier closes shut. Turns out it was some big ass fish laying with it's mouth open, not a cave. That fucker rustled up some dirt off the sea floor and swam off into the blue darkness.

Dude said he pulled and yanked the rope for them to pull him back up with the quickness. That big bitch scared the fuck outta him.

 

[Jabu_Rule]

I was down in Florida riding with the sun roof open on my truck one night, and I felt somethin on my head, I figured it was a mosquito or somethin and swatted at it.

A second later there it is again so I swatted at it and then I felt a lot of movement on my head, this was before I was bald so I rubbed my hand over my waves back to front, and a little blue and black lizard fell in my fuckin lap!

I was driving too, just came out of a red light and swerved into a ditch and hopped out the truck shaking out my clothes. Ppl looking at me like I'm crazy etc.

I didn't see the lizard again and was on high alert every time I got in my truck for like a week after that, cuz I thought he was still in there. Smmfh.

That's a tragedy my nigga..

 

[englishdude]

Was camping at Glacier National Park with a tour group, had something start sniffing outside my tent at like 4 in the morning. Was scared shitless because we were warned about mountain lion attacks in the area at the time. Needed to piss real bad but didn't move since the toilets would have been locked and I didn't want to go outside with someone fucking wild animal snooping around, didn't sleep for the next two hours until the sun came up, the smell of urine on their territory being yet another reason they can go apeshit. When I did get up, turns out my camping buddy had also been woken up by the sniffing and snout pushing to the tent but thought the exact same fucking thing as me: wait until dawn and hope it wasn't that hungry. Live for now, piss later.

Some fat Australian fuck had left a jar of Bacobits with some little crumbs left in it near the campfire which had likely attracted either a bear or mountain lion into the camp even though we were told to dump any food or packaging into the iron recycling bins before midnight. My buddy took a piss on the fat shit's sleeping bag before he went to bed the next night. Lazy Aussie motherfucker nearly got us ate by a cougar.

Also had a big fucking rottie run at me but when it was going to jump at me I front kicked it in the middle of it's ribs, it landed on it's side, I growled at it and then it ran back to it's owner. They tried to claim I attacked their dog but I argued the fucking thing should have been on a lead and they clearly couldn't control it or it wouldn't have jumped at me and ran from them to begin with. I do like animals and have owned dogs myself but if some massive fighting dog is running at me I'm not going to fuck around, those things go for the throat.

When I was living with my pops and was a lot younger, back in the days of dial up internet, we lived above his office in the upper rooms next to a place that did South American cuisine. We came in one evening and there was literally a spider the size of a dinner plate on the wall. Fucking huge thing, massive fangs and fucking skinny legs. I asked my dad to handle it but he was too scared. I had to literally swat the thing with a phonebook when it went to jump at me and my pops made me clean it up off the wall the next morning. Looked it up on Encarta, fucking thing was a Huntsman and could have probably fucked me up something proper. Place next door got shut down for buying foreign produce illegally via unapproved cash and carry importers 3 months later, got turned into a Mexican cantina restaurant.

No, it couldn't have.

 

[808HiLife808]

Just saw my boy get a centipede bite on his arm..idk if hes allergic, but that shit looked like he had a baseball in that mf...shhhhhit

 

[TonyDubbz]

EDIT: Actually wait.. this aint even wild life but still this shit changed my life

Yea man.. bout 2 years ago my fathers african parrot turned on me and attacked me..

Just a week prior it was all good man.. we would chill, walk around the house him sittin on my shoulders eating crackers n shit.. everything was good bruh. Then I had went outta town for like a week.. and when I came back I went over there n thought shit was all gravy. As soon as I got near the cage he started attacking it tho. I tried to put my finger out and he got more violent.. offered him crackers as a peace offering, and he basically said fuck yo crackers, wouldnt even take the shit

A few days later my pops lets his ass out the cage n I was in the backroom talkin to my brother, we heard squawking followed by the sound of wings flapping & before I knew it this son of a bitch flew all the way into the backroom and landed in the middle of my back wit his claws grabbin my shirt.

Bruh I knew what it was.. I just surrendered right then n there I knew he had come for me cause he had been feeling some type of way lately.

I tried to remain calm and use that lil trick where u get them to climb on ur finger but it didnt go as expected. He started attackin me while my brothers bitch ass hid under the cover. I was cussing and screaming till my pops came in with a towel and pulled him off.

My dog had arrived late to the scene after he heard all the commotion. I knew he had come to come defend me, but they wouldnt let em in.

It was just like in the movies when they put the yellow tape up and block ppl from the crime scene, the damage was done n they wouldnt let my dog in the room cause they knew what the deal was, he was gone kill that bird.

I cussed at my pops for the first time ever on that day, then told him I was gone kill his fuckin bird. I spent those next 3 weeks trying to train my dog to attack his cage but he just wouldn't do it.

 

[Jabu_Rule]

Yea man.. bout 2 years ago my fathers african parrot turned on me and attacked me..

Just a week prior it was all good man.. we would chill, walk around the house him sittin on my shoulders eating crackers n shit.. everything was good bruh. Then I had went outta town for like a week.. and when I came back I went over there n thought shit was all gravy. As soon as I got near the cage he started attacking it tho. I tried to put my finger out and he got more violent.. offered him crackers as a peace offering, and he basically said fuck yo crackers, wouldnt even take the shit

A few days later my pops lets his ass out the cage n I was in the backroom talkin to my brother, we heard squawking followed by the sound of wings flapping & before I knew it this son of a bitch flew all the way into the backroom and landed in the middle of my back wit his claws grabbin my shirt.

Bruh I knew what it was.. I just surrendered right then n there I knew he had come for me cause he had been feeling some type of way lately.

I tried to remain calm and use that lil trick where u get them to climb on ur finger but it didnt go as expected. He started attackin me while my brothers bitch ass hid under the cover. I was cussing and screaming till my pops came in with a towel and pulled him off.

My dog had arrived late to the scene after he heard all the commotion. I knew he had come to come defend me, but they wouldnt let em in.

It was just like in the movies when they put the yellow tape up and block ppl from the crime scene, the damage was done n they wouldnt let my dog in the room cause they knew what the deal was, he was gone kill that bird.

I cussed at my pops for the first time ever on that day, then told him I was gone kill his fuckin bird. I spent those next 3 weeks trying to train my dog to attack his cage but he just wouldn't do it.

I read that Parrots aren't good pets because they are kinda bipolar and very attached. You leaving after previously showing it that you were down for life, made the parrot feel some kinda way.

 

[TonyDubbz]

Yea man.. bout 2 years ago my fathers african parrot turned on me and attacked me..

Just a week prior it was all good man.. we would chill, walk around the house him sittin on my shoulders eating crackers n shit.. everything was good bruh. Then I had went outta town for like a week.. and when I came back I went over there n thought shit was all gravy. As soon as I got near the cage he started attacking it tho. I tried to put my finger out and he got more violent.. offered him crackers as a peace offering, and he basically said fuck yo crackers, wouldnt even take the shit

A few days later my pops lets his ass out the cage n I was in the backroom talkin to my brother, we heard squawking followed by the sound of wings flapping & before I knew it this son of a bitch flew all the way into the backroom and landed in the middle of my back wit his claws grabbin my shirt.

Bruh I knew what it was.. I just surrendered right then n there I knew he had come for me cause he had been feeling some type of way lately.

I tried to remain calm and use that lil trick where u get them to climb on ur finger but it didnt go as expected. He started attackin me while my brothers bitch ass hid under the cover. I was cussing and screaming till my pops came in with a towel and pulled him off.

My dog had arrived late to the scene after he heard all the commotion. I knew he had come to come defend me, but they wouldnt let em in.

It was just like in the movies when they put the yellow tape up and block ppl from the crime scene, the damage was done n they wouldnt let my dog in the room cause they knew what the deal was, he was gone kill that bird.

I cussed at my pops for the first time ever on that day, then told him I was gone kill his fuckin bird. I spent those next 3 weeks trying to train my dog to attack his cage but he just wouldn't do it.

I read that Parrots aren't good pets because they are kinda bipolar and very attached. You leaving after previously showing it that you were down for life, made the parrot feel some kinda way.

Yea after this whole ordeal went down I was curious and wanted to know what I had done to offend him. So I read and it says that you really shouldnt go a few days without showing it any attention or it'll feel neglected and turn on you and I went a whole damn week smh

According to what I read the only way to get it back on your side is to let it gets it anger out but hell nah, man that shit hurts when it bites. He was trying to do damage. I had a home girl who was even gonna clip his beak so I could try to work with him but when I saw how aggressive he still was I changed my mind he just gonna have have to hate me till one of us die

 

[BoldChild]

EDIT: Actually wait.. this aint even wild life but still this shit changed my life

It's cool, thread title change.

 

[bdbdbd]

man i got attacked by about 15-20 pigeons once...like seriously attacked...shit was fucked up man