I've always loved animals and they've all...most...many...some have loved me. This is a story about the other ones.
Hamster
Was it our second date? Or our third? We were heading for the movie theatre in the mall, but we were early. So we roamed from shop to shop. I spotted a pet shop and made a B-line straight for it. "I love animals." A glass box stood by the door. I looked inside at the chubby, fur-ball hamsters. "Oh, they're so cute."
"Be careful." Byron warrened.
"Don't worry. Animals love me."
"Don't touch them," Byron said firmly.
So I waited until his back was turned to shower love on the adorable creatures.
One of them stood up on his hind legs. Clearly, he was enjoying my attention. I gently stroked him and he... And he bit me. He. Bit. Me. "Ouch." I quickly pulled my hand away. My finger stung so I shook it--like that would help.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," I told Byron. "I'm fine." I lead him away from the shop. My finger began to throb. Blobs of crimson blood trickled down my palm. I didn't have a band-aide or even a tissue so I thrust my hand into the pocket of my white blazer.
Byron stared at me. "What's that?" He looked down at my pocket.
"What?" I'm not sure why I thought acting dumb would help.
"All that red--. Is that blood? Did one of those hamsters bite you?"
"No. No! Okay, yes."
"Well, now I must take you to a walk-in clinic."
"What? Why?"
"Because you could have rabies."
"Ra-bies?" I gulped.
"Yes, rabies. I told you not to touch them. When was the last time you had a tenuous shot?"
A needle. I can't... "I don't know." I feel lightheaded. Is that how you feel when you have rabies?
"And we're going to miss the movie. Why couldn't you just leave them alone?"
My vision was fuzzy and it was a little hard to walk. "I'm fine. I'm fine. We don't have to--."
"Yes, we do. Look at your pocket. You're still bleeding."
Byron silently led me back to his car.
I eased into the bucket seat, but I didn't feel comfortable. "I won't really have to have a--."
"Yes, you will. And the needle is as long as my arm and as thick as my finger. Maybe next time you'll listen to me."
It didn't take him long to find a walk-in clinic. I followed him into the building. He spoke to the receptionist while I found a seat. I tried not to think about a sword-like needle embedded in my arm.
"Leanne Willetts," The receptionist called. "Doctor McDonald will see you now."
"Leanne. Leanne Willetts."
Finally, I woke from my nightmare to face a cold hard reality. As bravely as I could, I walked into Doctor McDonald's office.
The white-haired Scottish gentleman greeted me with a wide smile. I think he noticed that I wasn't doing well because his expression quickly changed to one of concern. "Here, lass. Sit here." He offered me a padded chair. "What happened, lass?" His soothing voice helped to calm my nerves--a little.
I bite my lip and help out of my finger. "A hamster bit me and my boyfriend told me I need a tenuous shot."
"A hamster, you say?"
"Yes, he was so cute. I saw him at the pet shop."
"Pet shop, ah? Well, I don't think a needle will be necessary, dear." That sentence quickly transformed him from a simple doctor into my hero. He wrapped my finger and gently ushered me out the door.
Byron and I returned to the mall and didn't miss the movie; in fact, we arrived early.
"Oh, look, the pet shop."
"What? Haven't you--."
written on Wednesday, January 29, 2025.
Photo by Byron
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