My one grandmother lived in Tennessee and always had a bunch of cats - white ones were her favorite.
Anyway one day one of them had a mouse it had caught up under the porch and the poor thing was squeaking like crazy. Myself and two younger cousins (also from the city), were standing there trying to shew the cat away, finally the cat took off and the poor mouse looked dead.
Well, being the oldest, I went to investigate and picked the thing up and it latched onto my finger and would not let go. I had to shake my hand to free him from it. My grandmother made me cry telling me how I was going to have to go to the hospital to get 24 rabies shots in my belly button. I bawled!
She finally made me promise to never pick up another wild animal and she would just keep an eye on me. I PROMISED!!