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Not me. But here's the email from a friend, Jason Stawiski. Ouch!
"It’s Friday night. I’m sitting around with my roommates having a few beers and one of them starts talking about the new Lion fish he bought earlier that day. “What’s so cool about a Lion fish?” I ask. He proceeds to tell me about the venom it has and his capability to inject and kill the other fish in the tank (which it did a week later). “I want to touch it!” I said to him. After trying to talk me out of it for five minutes he finally gave in and let me stick my hand in the tank. I put my hand directly in front of the Lion fish and he refused to move. “That’s weird,” I thought. Little did I know that he didn’t fear me. My roommates then told me to poke my finger on one of the spines on his back. “It can’t be worse than a bee sting,” I thought. So I did it. Bad decision. As quickly as I poked it I pulled my hand out of the tank and started screaming like a little girl. I slammed and kicked the wall because of the excruciating pain which was located in my profusely bleeding index finger. Meanwhile, my roommates are all laughing, thinking that I’m joking because I touched a “venomous” fish. Within minutes the venom was climbing up my forearm, each second causing more and more pain. My finger swelled up to twice its original size and the rest of my hand, which was getting more and more stiff, felt as if a thousand needles were being hammered into it. After ten minutes of watching me suffer, as if I had been shot, someone called poison control and I put my hand in extremely warm water to neutralize the venom. My hand and forearm continued to hurt for a few days and my finger stayed stiff for almost a week. That was two weeks ago and the tip of my index finger, where I touched him, still hurts to touch."
Not me. But here's the email from a friend, Jason Stawiski. Ouch!
"It’s Friday night. I’m sitting around with my roommates having a few beers and one of them starts talking about the new Lion fish he bought earlier that day. “What’s so cool about a Lion fish?” I ask. He proceeds to tell me about the venom it has and his capability to inject and kill the other fish in the tank (which it did a week later). “I want to touch it!” I said to him. After trying to talk me out of it for five minutes he finally gave in and let me stick my hand in the tank. I put my hand directly in front of the Lion fish and he refused to move. “That’s weird,” I thought. Little did I know that he didn’t fear me. My roommates then told me to poke my finger on one of the spines on his back. “It can’t be worse than a bee sting,” I thought. So I did it. Bad decision. As quickly as I poked it I pulled my hand out of the tank and started screaming like a little girl. I slammed and kicked the wall because of the excruciating pain which was located in my profusely bleeding index finger. Meanwhile, my roommates are all laughing, thinking that I’m joking because I touched a “venomous” fish. Within minutes the venom was climbing up my forearm, each second causing more and more pain. My finger swelled up to twice its original size and the rest of my hand, which was getting more and more stiff, felt as if a thousand needles were being hammered into it. After ten minutes of watching me suffer, as if I had been shot, someone called poison control and I put my hand in extremely warm water to neutralize the venom. My hand and forearm continued to hurt for a few days and my finger stayed stiff for almost a week. That was two weeks ago and the tip of my index finger, where I touched him, still hurts to touch."
