"Biting the hands that feeds you," in this case, replace hands with finger and add, "for realz 'yo"

I have had my guinea pig, Didi (see sidebar), for a little more than five years now. I got her from a friend who got it from another friend whose wife owned a daycare facility up until they moved to San Diego. To make the long story short, my friend who Didi (then referred to as P. Diddy) was given to, wasn't really a pet person and Didi eventually ended up in my loving care.

Fast forward to Sunday, 9-ish pm. I just gave Didi a bath and was brushing some matted fur off of her... Didi squealed, which was common everytime brushing was involved. She let out another squeal and the next thing I knew, my finger was bleeding profusely. Dang! I got bit by my freeloading pet! WTF?! --- This really wasn't my reaction, instead, I apologized to Didi for the harsh brushwork. I can't even look her in they eye, I think she hates me now.

This actually isn't the first time she's bitten me, the first time was an accident when her front teeth grazed my finger (it was an accident, I swear!). I got a tetanus shot the day after (they didn't give out rabies shots to rodent bites) and had a sore left arm for about five days. Since the shot was supposed to be good for five years, I didn't have to do anything after the most recent bite... although in the back of my head I was kinda scared that I'll wake up stiff and start frothing in the mouth. Anywho, that didn't happen and I am still alive. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking fast enough to snap a picture of the bleeding mess.

Ed's Note: This picture isn't me or Didi. Didi's teeth are no shorter than this piggy though... and my nails are much shorter than this lady's nails.