Tissues and StingraysPosted: August 14, 2012
The grand kids were over for a few days the week after the 4th of July. Amber, our nine-almost-ten year old and I were in the office and I was watching her play the Sims. Bill was in our bedroom, stretched out on the bed with Jack and they were watching River Monsters. The latest find was a huge fresh water ray that could take down a full grown horse. I popped my head through the doorway to see how the ‘guys’ were doing and Jack gave me a full report on this dangerous and deadly beast.
“Nana,” he exclaimed, sitting up straight and pointing at the dead ray that was hanging from a gallows-like contraption on the dock. “See that giant stingray? If it wanted to it could sting through 50 tissues. Maybe even a whole box full of them. That’s how big his stinger is on his tail.”
“Tissues?” I asked, somewhat confused, but inspired nonetheless by Jack’s enthusiasm.
“Sure, you know, like Kleenex,” he said as he snuggled back down into my pillow.
I looked at Bill and he just smiled and said, “It injects a flesh-eating venom from its barb that eats through tissue layers. But I’m betting if that sucker stung you, you’d probably need a whole box of Kleenex just to stop the bleeding. Right, Jack?”
“Right, Papa. And maybe a whole box of band aids, too.”