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Those things still give me the heebie-jeebies. I came close to getting Steve Irwin-ed, about a year before he did.
From my blog at the time:
"...At the very creatively named "Sandy Bay" I came within a few inches of getting a stingray barb in the face. I was paddling along in knee-deep water when I saw something that caught my eye. It looked like the hull of a boat or something sticking out of the sand. I swam over, into even shallower water, and I was right over it when I realized what it was: A half-buried stingray the size of a dinner table. I tried to swim into deeper water without disturbing it, not easy to do with my kneews scraping the bottom. I wanted to stand up but was terrified to put a foot down in case there were more around. Then I managed to inhale some seawater somehow and thats when I launched into a full on panic attack. I came up gasping and spluttering. All I could say was "shit!" , "fuck!", and "stingray!". Poor Ryan thought I had been stung. It took me a while to pull myself together, as the adrenaline had started pumping by now. Ryan finally convinced me to swim with him back to shore, my white-knuckle death-grip digging into his arm the whole way. We had a good laugh about that later...."
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Jun 06, 08
