When Elevators Attack, Part II

Posted: March 26, 2012 in animals, college, storytelling

Back in my college days, a lot of craziness occurred. Unfortunately, since this was before the days of cell phone cams and YouTube, most of the antics were unseen to the world. So, now and then, I have to do things the old fashioned way and tell you a story about the time I was at Mississippi Valley State…

If you thought Part I was bad, then imagine the horror I must have felt from this tale. This incident actually occurred on another college campus. The campus of Alcorn University. This was a rival to my school that was located about 150 miles south of Valley. My roommate and I traveled there to watch a basketball game between the Alcorn and Valley. Afterwards, we decided to stop by one of the dormitories to visit a high school friend of his. So, it was me, Tim, a guy named Bobby and another guy whose name escapes me.

We walk into the dormitory and proceed to the elevator. We get in, face the front, press the button and as the doors start to close, a freakin’ armadillo walks onto the elevator with us as if he belonged.

Yes, you read that right. An armadillo. Now, despite watching many episodes of “Wild Kingdom” while I was growing up, my knowledge of armadillos was next to zero. The same must have been true for the other guys in the elevator because panic ensued immediately! We had no idea what that thing was capable of. We also had no idea that armadillos make a horrific sound and jump (quite high, I might add) when they get scared. Go here to open a new window and see an armadillo jump (no need to watch more than 30 seconds of the video). As for as how they sound when they’re scared, just peep the video below or go here if you don’t have Flash.

So, imagine that noise and a creature jumping around the elevator with four grown dudes who are completely terrified. As the armadillo bounced around and made screeching sounds reminiscent of the snake in the old Q*Bert arcade game (for the 70’s babies), the four of us visited every corner of that elevator multiple times in an attempt to get away. Four guys, the smallest being 220 lbs., smashed up in a corner like children. All of us were attempting to climb up the elevator walls like Spider-Man with Vaseline on his fingers, not wanting to be attacked by the armored rodent who may as well been a cobra by the way we were reacting.

We almost tore that elevator up. When the doors finally opened, we shot out of that elevator like a Roman candle. Two other guys, who were waiting on the elevator, stared at us as they started to walk into it. One of them saw the armadillo in the back corner, fell on to his back and proceeded to scurry backwards on all fours like something from “The Unborn.”

The doors closed and the “threat” was over. How an armadillo got into the dormitory is beyond me, but my mom almost lost her youngest son to a heart attack that evening. I’ve gotta start taking the stairs.

.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. So an armadillo walks into an elevator…Wow, that's a great intro to a joke. 🙂

  2. Thank, Q says:

    I know, right? However, it's not funny when you're in a closed space with one screaming at you like a Rihanna song.

  3. I NOW WANT A PET ARMADILLO NAMED RIHANNA…See what you did? This is bad…

  4. Thank, Q says:

    Do it. Do it now. Put lipstick on it and tattoos.

  5. Q. OK, first allow me to say that persons not familier with armadillos can easily shit their pants upon a first encounter. Especially if said first is inside the confines of a small stainless steel box.Second, having heard the screaming dillo from the video, I can now describe the sex noises of my fourth ex-wife. Before, I was required to say, "Well, she sounds like a scalded cat (except not with boiling water, just uncomfortably hot water like when you put your foot into a way too hot bathtub) when somebody pulls the cat's tail tail, and it almost sounds as if the cat likes it."Now I can say, "She sounds like an armadillo on it's back." OK, except my fourth wife always had to be on top. And forget the lipstick dealie. No way to dress that one gonna make it pretty. I hear female dillos carry their own bags.

  6. That is some freakishness. Armadillos are relatively harmless, but I have heard that they are carriers for leprosy, so I'm assuming you weren't trying to pet him/her when it got on the elevator. 😉

  7. Thank, Q says:

    "Carry their own bags?" LOL! Mooner, if your ex sounded like that in bed, then that would have been quite frightening, I would think. Also, I can hear the cat hissing from having its tail pulled and a person hissing from feeling hot water. I can't get that out of my head now.

  8. Thank, Q says:

    LOL! I've never heard that, but I can assure you that I was not trying to pet it. I was trying my best to reach the ceiling of that elevator.

  9. Haha dude, I could totally envision you trying to climb the walls in fear.

  10. Thank, Q says:

    It was a sight to see for sure. I'm telling you that if they had YouTube in the 90's, I'd be rich. I'd have my only ThankQ.0 instead of Tosh.

  11. This is a great posting I have read. I like your article.

  12. I'm pretty sure I'd have lost my shit too. They are strange looking animals and that noise…no thank you! I'd have been pushing the button for the next floor and losing my shit. I'm fine with them in unconfined spaces but in an elevator…I say good day. I do kinda think the guy who fell backwards and crab walked away was a bit dramatic though. lol. just stand aside the things not going to attack you if it has another direction to go in.

  13. Thank, Q says:

    LOL! Well, the guy walked into the elevator without looking, so he tripped and fell trying to back out. I've never seen anyone crab walk like that before though.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s