1963 When my family moved to Michigan from Massachusetts we lived at my aunt's house while our new house was being built. There was a half tame squirrel in the neighborhood. One day I was hand feeding it. My mothers yells at me not to let it bite me. I think her voice frightened it because he nipped my finger which bled. Mother says don't tell anyone. I did, at supper and my dad freaks out and we all go to the emergency part of the nearest hospital. They determine I need a series of rabies shots but the doctor says they have 2 serums and if they give me the wrong one I'll be a vegetable because a girl the week before got a wrong shot and it happened to her. I saw a rabies shot, a huge amount of handcream thick penicillin in a giant sized needle and a tetanus shot on a tray and ran out of the building going anywhere/nowhere just to get away. They dragged me back screaming and I got the shots. A whole series of them - 1 a day for 3 weeks. Turns out that squirrels don't carry rabies because their metabolism won't support it. grrr
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