ridecamp@endurance.net: rabid gold miners

rabid gold miners

Susan Evans Garlinghouse (suendavid@worldnet.att.net)
Wed, 15 Oct 1997 07:52:35 -0700

Sorry, Steph, I admit this is starting to get off the subject of
endurance, but Duncan's quoting the rabies demographics (Thanks, Duncan)
reminded me of something we were told in our Animal Diseases class about
rabies. There were a bunch of gold miners working a claim in Colorado
who happened to find a recently dead bat. I guess these guys must not
have had cable and were pathetically easy to entertain, so when all
these guys went off to the local bar, they took the dead bat with them.
Some sort of mascot, I guess, or maybe that counts as something cute and
fuzzy to hang from the rear view mirror when you can't find fuzzy dice.
As the evening went on, they apparently decided they were on friendlier
terms with the bat, so one guy hung it around his neck for awhile,
another stuffed it down the waitresses shirt (how's that for foreplay?)
and others played badminton with it. It was now getting really late
into the evening, so one guy on a dare sloshed the dead bat around in
his beer, then drank the beer. (Ick).

Well, you guessed it. The dead bat turned out to be rabid and everyone
in the bar that had touched the dead bat not only had to be treated for
rabies down in Denver, but also had to listen to the entire news media
and state population braying and cackling about what kind of congenital
idiot sloshes dead rabid bats around in his beer and then drinks the
beer.

My professor Dr. Wickler hypothesized that rabies treatment was probably
totally unnecessary, as the rabies virus infects the brain via the
central nervous system and to all evidence, these morons didn't have
enough brainpower between them to find their own behind with both hands
and a flashlight.

So much for goofy story of the day. We now return you to your regularly
scheduled programming.

Susan

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