Sunday, February 15, 2009
Jay the Crow
Between the ages of two and four I was bitten by a field mouse, a dog and perhaps most unusual of all, a crow. The neighborhood children named the crow, Jay and each morning he would fly from house to house to be fed. One morning I stepped outside the kitchen door to feed Jay a Frito. As I was feeding him, he nipped my finger. It wasn't painful, but it was noteworthy. I told my mother who was quite alarmed called my pediatrician. According to her, the following conversation transpired:
Mother: "Dr. Rambar, Hugh has been bitten by a crow.
Doctor: very long pause.
Doctor: Judy, I don't even know what to say to you. I'm going to have to look this one up.
The doctor hung up and called back a few minutes later instructing my mother to put some Bactine on it and then a Band Aid.
From childhood through adulthood, my grandfather regularly began our conversations with "Have you been bitten by anything lately?"