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Archives of The Cold Blooded NewsThe Newsletter of the Colorado Herpetological SocietyVolume 31, Number 2; February, 2004 |
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Monitors and Play Behavior .01% A Turtle hurdle: 100 years Judge, Can You Spare a Lizard Close Encounter Gator mailed to Colo. greets postal workers Chinese Water Dragon Florida Scientists Seek to Trap Giant Lizards Man-Made Form of Lizard Hormone Use Of Growth Rings For Aging Turtles Female Salamanders Punish Wayward Mates PREVIOUS ISSUES 2004 index 2003 Index 2002 Index Earlier Issues About the Cold Blooded News CHS Home Page |
Close Encounterby Tim BurrReprinted from The Monitor, the newsletter of the Hoosier Herpetological Society, Vol.14, No.6, June 2003.I never really believed all those 'abduction' stories until it happened to me. I live in Brown County, just outside of the State Park. One spring day last year I went exploring in the woods near my home. I guess after being cooped up for five months I needed to just get out and feel the sun and maybe get a bite to eat. I'm a fairly proficient small-game hunter and I ended up bagging a nice, plump chipmunk. I decided to find a pleasant warm spot to nap and digest my meal, so I lay down on a large hollow log in a patch of sunlight. No sooner had I begun to doze off when I was abruptly awakened by what felt like an earthquake. The ground was trembling so much I could literally feel the vibrations throughout my entire body. Then, from out of nowhere, what seemed like a gigantic metal claw grabbed my mid-section and lifted me high up into the air! Panic-stricken, I was shaking for all I was worth, and I even tried to strike out at the unyielding device, but it was futile. Suddenly, the claw released me and I felt myself falling, only to land on a somewhat flexible surface that totally enclosed me. Then -- darkness. I don't know how long I was in there. For a while, I was buzzing with anger and fear, but eventually I settled down and tried to assess my situation. I thought, surely, the worst must now be over until I felt myself being dumped onto a hard surface. I was in some kind of brightly lit room, but being extremely nearsighted (almost blind) at present, I could only vaguely make out a couple of very large 'beings' through the opaque haze that surrounded me. I couldn't discern by their peculiar odors what they were, however, I could easily sense that they were warm-blooded. I can only assume that they were some kind of mammal or bird. Next, I felt myself getting forced head-first into some kind of tube. I could barely move at all. Then it happened. I felt something poking around my - you know - 'down there'. I realized I was being PROBED! Oh the humiliation! The indignation! What did they want from me? After that, the air began to taste funny and I seem to have passed out. I awoke in the dark place again. Then, without warning, I was once again dumped onto a hard surface. Only this hard surface was the very log where I had been lying when this ordeal began. It was like it had all been a bad dream. I began to think none of this really happened until I notice a strange bulge on my side. They put something in me! There's even a little piece of wire sticking out where the swelling is. Some of my friends have admitted to having similar experiences, and a few told me that the strange beings have returned to repeatedly abduct my buddies on several occasions. So what do I do now? I'm pretty good at concealing myself, but I've been told it's no use. "They always find you" One thing is for certain. If 'they' every try to probe me again, I'll do all I can to really sink my fangs into 'them'. Yes, sir! No more dry bites from this cantankerous crotalus! Copyright © 1998 - 2006, Colorado Herpetological Society. All rights reserved. | ||
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