What’s The Worst Thing That’s Attacked You?

By Ian MacKenzie On June 25, 2007 · 18 Comments

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Where there’s jungle, there’s nasty creepy crawly creatures lurking to sting, bite, or paralyze you.

Or at least that’s what we’re led to believe when listening to local guides with a macabre sense of humour.

During my travels, I’ve survived encounters with deadly Fijian sea snakes, tarantulas in Australia’s Outback, and even a face-to-face stare down with some local Vancouver deer.

So I suppose it was only the universe balancing itself out when it decided to hide a wayward scorpion in my T-shirt on my Costa Rica honeymoon.

The setting: lush, thick jungle miles away from the nearest city. The accommodation: Pacuare Lodge, a stunning eco-location offering beautiful bungalows and no electricity.

A Unknown Assailant

On our first morning at the lodge, Karen and I decided to go for a hike with our guide. My shirt had gotten wet from the previous day of rafting, so I’d left it to dry on the outside patio, where I retrieved it when dressing for our hike. I threw the shirt on and began walking down the stone path.

Suddenly: a painful jab in my shoulder. I spun around. Had something landed on me? Perhaps a rabid humming-bird or giant mosquito? Again, a jab. No, a sting! Multiple stings!

I spun around like a man possessed, ripping off my T-shirt and throwing it to the ground in a single motion. The stinging immediately stopped, revealing the assailant must have been between the shirt and my skin.

I cautiously used a stick to push aside the fabric, showing a particularly smug scorpion nestled in my clothing. “It’s a scorpion!” I exclaimed to Karen.

She immediately flew into a frenzy, fearing if the variety in Costa Rica were as poisonous as their Mexican and Australian cousins.

We ran to find our guide, Pascal. Breathless, I mouthed “Scorpion! Stung me! Am I dead?” He checked my scars, asked if I was allergic to scorpion stings. “I dunno,” replied. “I’ve never been stung by a scorpion before.”

“Okay,” he said. “I think you’ll be okay. But just so you know, the pain will get worse for a few hours before it gets better.” He made a upward incline with his hand to illustrate. Comforting, I thought.

A Lesson Learned

Was it as painful as he described? Yes. Did that stop me from asking Karen to take a few photos after I knew my life would be spared? Of course not. These are the experiences that make good stories later.

And on top of that, the attack had put “the fear” into us for the rest of the trip, compelling us to be extra cautious to avoid the snakes, bullet ants, and other crawlies that made their homes in the jungle.

What about you? Sparing anything too grisly, what’s the worst insect/animal attack you’ve been privileged to experience?

Share your stories in the comments!

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Ian MacKenzie

Ian MacKenzie is the founder and former editor of Brave New Traveler. He is a now a contributing editor to Matador, and the network's architect. Ian is also a documentary filmmaker, with his first feature (One Week Job) released in 2010.

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http://www.nerdseyeview.com pam

1. A hotel in Ladakh, the day before heading out to trek over the Himalayas to Leh. My bed? FULL of bedbugs. I was covered with little bites, head to toe. It Was Awful.

2. While driving into Sequoia National Park, yes, WHILE DRIVING I felt this excruciating pain. I took a deep breath and pulled on to the shoulder, sort of screaming and trying to stay calm at the same time. There was a wasp in the car and it was sandwiched between my shoulder blade and the seat of the car. I was surprised at how much it hurt, and GREATLY relieved not to have driven in to anyone.

Not so bad, all things considered.
http://www.rucksackwanderer.com Tim Patterson

Hmmm…an assertive trigger-fish in Okinawa was probably the worst.

If you don’t count amoebas.
http://www.travelminx.com Travel Minx

Leeches in Borneo. Nasty, wriggly little things.
http://www.thelostglobe.com Dan

Another scorpion while camping in Tasmania it was in my sleeping bag and got me on the chest. Fortunately it wasn’t as big as your’s nor as painful by the sound of it.
Madeleine

an Emu. Standing at a pay phone in Exmouth, Australia. Sweating from every pore in my body due to the 40+ degree heat, having a lovely chat and then suddenly,, “Ca-CAAAWWWW” and i whip around to come face to face with a damn Emu, the largest and most stupid birds ever.
So poor darling on the other end of the phone heard this bird-screech and then me screaming “holyshit! holyshit! shit shit shit shit SHIT!” and a lot of clunking as I drop the payphone and try to hide under the phone book shelf.
i have no good denouement for this story, the emu just walked away. the end.
http://www.nerdseyeview.com pam

OH! Oh! The amoebas! THAT ONE was by FAR the worst! Let’s just say I haven’t weighed that little since I was, like, 10. Those amoebas are NASTY.
http://www.bravenewtraveler.com Ian MacKenzie

wow, from the sound of it, everyone has an attack story to tell. i’m not sure what’s worse myself…scorpions or rabid emus…
http://dougdo.com/ dougdo

Hmm, I’ve been attacked by a dog in Costa Rica, been slammed by waves into the rocks in Hawaii (that doesn’t really count does it?) and I put on my shoes while camping in Washington State once to squish my toes into a big slug which was hiding in there.

But that’s not really much of a litany of attacks? Hmmm, maybe I’m not careless enough–my boyfriend would definitely disagree.
http://www.backpackers.com/ Pia

Ouch, that emu sounds freaky. As for me, I was minding my own business on a hot sandy beach on the Garden Route in South Africa when a giant hornet raced up to my unsuspecting, unthreatening thigh, jammed its venomous sting into the exposed skin and then went on its poisonous way.

I leapt up, mouthing words my mother will hopefully never know I know, and raced into the icy sea in the hopes of cooling it off (or numbing it, preferably).

The bite became unbelievably swollen and intolerably itchy, and I was forced to resort to binge-drinking to cope with the stress of it all (ah, hooray for the memory-blurring medicinal properties of alcohol). Not something I would like to repeat.
http://www.healthabitravels.com Tannis

Another Costa Rica attack to report. I stood up after swimming a short distance in the Caribbean ocean shallows and thwack! A 6 inch long UFO arced from under the surface, slapped me hard under my nose and vanished back into the sea. I was bleeding like crazy, salt water stinging the wound. My husband along with an oral surgeon friend traveling with us and locals from the eco-lodge where we were staying dashed me to the nearest clinic, and the local Doctor pumped me full of antibiotics. Next day I had an impressive shiner and a great story to tell about a mysterious flying fish, which was probably a terrified, rather than terrifying baby stingray.

http://www.bravenewtraveler.com Ian MacKenzie

that’s a great story! (but a painful experience). thanks for sharing Tannis.

http://www.hdrjapan.com Okinawa

And people ask me why I don’t learn to SCUBA dive!
Sean

I got stung by a scorpin while I was in Costa Rica the past X-mas. The scorpin was under the covers in my bed, it got me three times in the leg before I could get out of bed. I remember my leg swelling up and yes there was alot of pain mostly when I walked. Kind of suck to walk around the beach with kankles. O well still had a great time and would go back again.

Cheers,
Sean
http://www.illadvisedadventures.com Adam

When I was in the Serengeti, a hyena decided that it would be a great idea to break into our tent’s bathroom and have a go at eating my toiletries while I was trying to sleep a few yards away (on the other side of a zipped-up tent flap, fortunately). That same trip, our guide had to take our car off the park road and cut straight through the underbrush to escape from a very angry, very large bull elephant.

Less life-threateningly, I was doing a training dive in a quarry in Illinois when my instructor stopped and motioned for me to look behind me. I turned around and found myself facing a group of about 50-70 fish, bluegill, sunfish, bass, catfish and a couple of enormous pike, all directly behind me and all staring at me in the oddest way; none of them seemed to have the slightest interest in my instructor. When I looked at them, they all started to disperse and went their own ways.

About five minutes later, something flashed across the very edge of my vision. When I turned to see what it was, I found the fish mob behind me again, just like before. My instructor grinned and made a series of hand motions that roughly translated to “See those fish? They’re probably going to eat you.”

We couldn’t figure out why the fish kept following ME, and not my buddy, until after we finished the dive. We were packing up when my instructor pointed out that our sets were identical except for one thing: the tanks. Where he had a plain, gunmetal gray tank, mine was painted bright red. As far as we could figure, the fish just found something about that captivating.

http://www.ianmack.com Ian MacKenzie

Ha, wow, thanks for sharing! I suppose my encounter wasn’t nearly so dangerous.

Sarah

When I still had braces I got stung by a bee while drinking a soda. Felt something in my mouth and thought it was one of my braces rubber bands so I reached in and pulled it out, then looked in my hand and saw a honeybee… and then I felt the soreness… right in the middle of the roof of my mouth. Not fun.

Also had one summer in Minnesota where I counted over 200 mosquito bites all over my body… they are possibly my least favorite insect on the face of this earth. They never touch my parents or grandparents, but they LOVE my young blood.
http://www.holisticwithhumor.com/ Christine Garvin

Mine wasn’t painful until the malaria kicked in. Bastard mosquito(s). What followed was a wonderful experience in the local Victoria Falls hospital, where the nurse had to jab me no less than 10 times with about 6 different needles (fearful of HIV, anyone?) because she couldn’t get enough blood to “know for sure” if I really had malaria (I did). Plus some other sort of unknown infection (fantastic).

All in all, it could have been worse. The most painful part was over in about three days, partly because I had already been on anti-malarials, including mefloquine and some chinese herbs that were crazy good. They just put me on another anti-malarial so that I would take all three and bamboozle the malaria.

A scorpion spared me when I was about 9 and living in El Paso, TX. We had them in the house rather frequently, and I was walking to the bathroom and didn’t turn on the light in the hallway leading there. The bottom of my foot gently brushed over something, so I turned on the light, and there he was, looking up at me. Guess he knew I was a Scorpio rising, and gave me props for that.
http://facebook Katelynn

I got stung by a red wasp it hunt like crazy. I was going to ceck a wild cat that i have and i went to my barn and i went to the stall that it was in and there were bords and other stuff. I jave them food and all for of them came out and i was just about to cech one something fluew in my stirt it was a red wasp i scremed so loud. I olny out stung one thim i am happy that i stung one time instead of 2 3 4 or 5. So now when i see anything that i can get stung of bite of hunt from i run away. I HATE RED WASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peter Strickland

I was minding my own business surfing one afternoon when what feels like barbed wire slices across my ring finger. it turns out it was a stingray’s tail, i stopped the bleeding on the beach only to see my finger swell up to double its normal size in about 10 minutes. no fun..
Martha

I was three years old and attempting to feed the neighbors little black dog with Milk Bones. As I bent over to him , he leaped up and instead of snatching the treat out of my hand, he bit my left cheek (facial). I stood up and his teeth ripped through the flesh leaving to this day a discoloration on that side of my face. Mom immediately took me to the doctor though I don’t remember much about that. I don’t think the dog did it intentionally, he was old. Funny thing is, I love dogs but still don’t let them close to my face unless I know them well.

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