A cute little cuddly sea otter tried to kill me this morning and I had to poke it with a stick. I had to transfer the violent pup and it's suragate otter mother into a small tank (I volunteer at an aquarium, this will all sound really weird if you don't know that). The pup went in just fine. Then I lifted up the kennel thing that we use to transport the little sea weasels and set the front edge of it on the edge of the tank. The next step is usually simple. I just needed to reach around the front of the kennel and unlatch the door. The evil little otter pup had other ideas. It was trying to climb up the front of the kennel and bite me so there was no way I could get at the latch. Eventually the little fucker decided he was going to come around the side of the kennel and attack me. I had to back up and lower (well, drop actually) the kennel with mom in it. Evil otter pup then decided to make a break for it. Normally, we're not supposed to speak around the otters because we don't want them getting aclimated to humans but in this instance I had to break the rule. I was looking for something that I could pick up to shove the little fucker back in but I couldn't get anything quick enough so I just yelled "NO" at him in my best you-are-a-bad-otter voice. It worked. He paused long enough that I could grab a net and poke his ass back in to the pool with it. I eventually had to throw a net over the little bastard so I could dump in the other sea weasel. If they weren't so fucking cute, I'd make really warm coats out of all of them. Fuckers.
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[Edited on Aug 06, 2003]