So I woke up with a sleeping velociraptor this morning. My first thoughts consisted of several curse words, a few potential weapons that lay around me, and cursing my friends for this crap again.
Then my brain drifted to something along the lines of 'I really should stop hanging out with those genetic engineers. That would be an idea for later. They did some great work with this one, though!'
Since the thing was asleep still, I tried to sneak my hand down to the wooden bat I keep under my bed for these specific occasions. Hey, it worked against the rabid bear and the twenty angry rabbits, so why not now?
I froze. My nerves and heart decided not to follow suit. The blood pressure in my veins grew like bamboo. Fast, not tall. And not eaten by endangered species.
Well, depending on the outcome of this little encounter, the latter of those might turn out to be true after all. Hopefully for my sake, it will not be so.
Slowly, I thawed out and grasped the wooden bat. For laughs, my f