Hazel. Meaner than a striped snake. Not worth killin'. The worst of the worst. Just bad! Would't pull her outta a burning building if she were in one!!
Oh maybe 15 years ago, a girlfriend and I started out for our long LONG walk and jog...usually a good 7 miles... and the twilight we began in turned into dusk. Dark. But we kept on jogging up and down all the hills on the sidewalk. I was in good shape then...now...not so much).
So, we were trotting along down the sidewalk in the dark except for street lights here and there (the pink sodium vapor ones). and WHAM! My right thigh connected with Hazel. Who is she besides all the things I said in the first lines here in the blog? Easy. She is one of many named by Penny and I fire hydrants in the city situated wherever the City decided to put them-- and among them is Hazel. Ugly squatty Hazel who is still right smack in the middle of the sidewalk. I might add all of our sidewalks are paved asphalt.
I never went to the doctor. I did not apply the RICE therapy to my leg as it is spoken of as I had no real knowledge of it. But weeks and weeks later I got better.
Hazel is on my list to this moment let me tell you! Just looking at her you can tell with your bare eyes her vicious nature.
There are by the way far more female hydrants in town than males ones. Go figure! . Harry was farther up the hill.