Tweedledum and Tweedledummer
I’m sitting in my office yesterday and two students swing by to say hey and go fishing at the pond on our property.
40 minutes later, they are both back in my office.
“Uh, Grant. We need a little help here.”
I turn around and see Student A with a crawdad lure stuck in his ear with a strand of monofilament line attached to it. This lure is called a crankbait and has 6 hooks with barbs. It’s not quite poking completely out to the other side – which ironically is bad news for him.
Well you can either go to the ER or go home, get some ice, numb up your ear, push that hook all the way through, cut it off. Wash it up, get some anti-bacteria goop on it and bandage it.
He just looked at me. “I was afraid that was what you were going to tell me. This is going to hurt.”
G: “Oh yeah. Like a mother. Have fun!”
I managed to keep from laughing.
Seems that Student B was not exactly paying attention and ripped that lure right through the ear. I can only imagine the expletives that were said in that short few moments by both students.
Ahhh, the memory makers of summer!
6 Responses to “Tweedledum and Tweedledummer”
They got us in and out of the ER really fast.
hahahhaha. that is probably the biggest catch student B has ever gotten.
Here you are trying to protect their identity, and one of them blows it *slaps forhead*
haha and that is the future of the youth group.
I was student B once – Colorado, on a bridge over a creek, lots of wind and way to close to friend for side-arm cast. I think he wanted his ear pierced anyway, so I helped. . .I think. Still funny
Your mamaw cast a line similar to that. The lure was called a “Hellbender” and a few other things by your Papaw….who had it dangling from his earlobe! He had some choice words to say also.