Jurassic Park Comes to Life

Jurassic Park Comes to Life - T-Rex

This week has been filled with more anxiety than usual. I have something going on this afternoon to which I am terrified of the results (don’t worry, I won’t leave you in suspense too long—I have the okay to blog about it on Monday). My twitter friends are the BEST and sent over some fantastic cute animal GIFs. Sophie Henderson (an awesome person to follow if you’re not) shared one of this adorable sugar glider getting its belly rubbed. It reminded me of an encounter I had with one as a teenager. Afterall, how many people can say they were attacked by a squirrel at the movie theater while Jurassic Park II: The Lost World was playing?

Yes, you read that right. I was attacked by a squirrel—sugar glider to be exact—while watching Jurassic Park…and it was in the middle of a T-Rex scene.

It was summer, and my dad and I went to see the movie. During the scene, I felt something latch onto my bare leg. I jumped and slapped off whatever it was. I told my dad something grabbed me, but he didn’t believe me. We were sitting towards the back, and I saw something small (like a rat) scurry down the center aisle. Seconds later, everyone in the first two rows jumped up and started screaming.

“See?” I told my dad.

Shortly thereafter, someone was escorted out of the theater, and the movie went on without further incident. It wasn’t until it ended and we were in the lighted theatre lobby that I realized my calf was all scratched up (from where it latched on and I slapped it off). After speaking with the manager, we learned that some guy had snuck his pet sugar glider in the movie and it escaped—yeah, I don’t know what he was thinking, either.

Unfortunately, the man was allowed to leave without giving his name, so the manager had no idea who he was, and there’s a little thing called “Rabies” to be concerned about. Now, for the good news: my doctor did some research and found that squirrels are NOT carriers of the disease. Yay!

sugar gliders

So, if you’re ever attacked by one of those cuties, rest assured that you won’t be foaming at the mouth.

‘Til Next Time!

Amélie

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