“Andy suffers massive bite wound in vicious attack.”

 

“Andy suffers massive bite wound in vicious attack.”

“Thank god he was wearing a wetsuit to hold his guts from falling out.”

The rumors were flying, and soon we heard another. I had to teach today, and missed the trip. When the phone rang I expected the same reports as usual, but today would be different. The first thing I hear is that Andy is in the hospital. I call around for details, and find out that he is in surgery.

“When the chopper arrived, his wetsuit was holding the upper torso and lower body together”

“There were pieces of flesh and muscle hanging”

 

I can’t get a hold of anyone else on the trip. The waiting is killing me.

Who is going to call his mom? I head out to party with some friends, but make sure that my mobil phone is near.

I hear the phone ringing throughout the evening, but with all the loud Latin music I couldn’t hear to hold a conversation.

No wonder rumors get started.

I ended up getting Andy on the phone, and hear the truth (I presume) from his own mouth. He saw a nice lobster under the ledge, and beside the bug was a small eel. He pushed the eel with his tickle stick and it disappeared into the back of the cave out of sight. When he grabbed the bug, he felt the strike. Apparently the eel had returned. “I could feel the teeth scraping down the bone” was one comment from Andy that made it out to be a painful experience. “There was a green cloud of blood billowing out of my glove, or what’s left of my glove,” he said, “ it happened really fast, I never saw the eel again till after it hit me”.

Andy ended with a bunch of stitches, and a cut tendon. The doctors patched him up and he was sitting on the recliner at home having a toddy when I spoke with him. All in all he had a great day. Everbody put a few bugs in the cooler, but there were very few fish. It was no surprise to hear that Andy put the only grouper in the boat.

I loaned my dive buddy out to Mark and he comes home injured. Andy was in good spirits as I reminded him that “CHICKS DIG SCARS”.

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