Recon Number 54 -
If they are still looking, then while holding the snarl, I let drool start to drip from my mouth, I stand, curl my fingers into claws and with a hunched over crouch, I then make slow and deliberate steps towards them. When I get close enough, I let them hear my agonized and gasping growls and then, if they continue to stare, when I get within arm's reach? I kiss them on the nose, and run away giggling.
A few years ago, I put on a pair of gardening gloves without checking them first. I pulled the glove right up onto my hand and there was a slug in one of the fingers.
*pop*
I still have to check gloves obsessively now before I can wear them. Just thinking about it makes me feel queasy :s
Any horrible stories to share Flood?