Fork or Vampire

My right palm bears two distinctive puncture marks, making my whole hand a bit numb and tingly. (Not to mention stinging in pain.)

a) Did I hear a knock on my door, think it was the Ocado man, open it to invite the caller in, only later to realise it was a vampire who, though stronger than a normal man, was easily pushed back out because he fought like a girl, but who did manage to bite my hand while I was pulling his hair?
OR
b) Did I Accidentally stab myself in the hand with a fork while unloading the dish drainer?

Hint: The offender was suspended in my hand against gravity, and had to be pulled out at some resistance.

Comments

Tenacious S said…
OK, those made for some hilarious mental images. I prefer the vampire image. Pretty tricky.
11:31 am
Melinda June said…
I do, too. Sadly, I'm not that cool.
2:41 pm
Kireliols said…
"Hint: The offender was suspended in my hand against gravity, and had to be pulled out at some resistance."

I thought maybe it was that annoying "magician" David Blane.
4:13 pm
Joe said…
OWWW...how f*cking sharp do you keep your forks, or how aggressively do you unload your dishwasher?

Oww.

Same thing happened to me once with a hypodermic syringe.
11:08 pm
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