The title already implies potential grossness—so, on with it. My dad works at the zoo (no he’s not a zoo keeper nor does he work with the animals). Anyway, the weather in Sydney has been utter shit lately, with all that torrential rain and flash flooding. So, on Wednesday an unlucky and unsuspecting 5 year old boy managed to get a leech in his mouth. What the fuck? I know!

I hate blood. I think I would’ve vomited on the child’s head had I been there. How a leech managed to ‘fall’ into his mouth I don’t know? Dad said he was seen by first-aid, who initially thought the kid had fallen face-first and knocked all his tiny baby teeth out, due to the mass amount of blood gushing from the roof of his mouth and down his face—where, the leech had decided to chill for a while. Not a pretty sight I’d imagine. I had terrible flashes of a child hysterically screaming. The noise being more of a gurgle as the blood muffled the screams as it poured out. Horror movie type shit.

They gave him salt and I guess the thing detached, or died and went to leech heaven, whatever it is they do when they get a generous helping of salt. That kid must’ve walked away with more than one phobia methinks.

Thought I’d share, because really, when will you ever read a story quite like this any time soon? Gotta’ love dad’s after dinner conversation.

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