A Jellyfish in Italy… OMFG!!! THAT HURT!
When I was a stupid kid, a running soldering iron, with a bare foot. What’s worse is like foot injuries do, I didn’t realize what I’d stepped on for a second or two, and really pressed it into my foot. Hurt like hell, and in my first moment of panic I thought I’d seared my way half through my foot.
Easy: a live flounder, with my bare foot (I was in shallow water and had just removed my flippers) Slimy, squirmy, and very disgusting.
Flounder was apparently unharmed by our fateful meeting. I, however, was emotionally scarred.
Not that I can compare with the other stories here, but…a live mouse.
I was staying with my parents in SoCal, sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. At one point, in the middle of the night, I got up for a glass of water. During the walk across the tile to the kitchen, I stepped on something warm and fuzzy. The only reason I didn’t scream was because I was inhaling at the time, so I made an extended “eeeeeeeeeeeee” noise. By the time I reached the lightswitch, the mouse was long gone. It had lucked out and been directly under the arch of my foot, and I’d been awake enough not to put my whole weight down.
Always turned the light on after that.