Whoa!!!
Reminds me of a less nasty story:
When I was a kid I was standing by the fence at the Philadelphia Zoo, when I was attacked by a llama! At the time my hair was blond and straight, and the llama thought it must have been hay. My father had to smack it on the nose to get it to let go. I suppose that's a "When Animals Attack" story, and should have been it's own thread, but your story brought back the trauma.
P.S. Steve--your story sounds hot.
