Last night a ferret tried to chew off my left hand →[More:]It was pretty awful. The little bastard just grabbed ahold of my wrist and started chewing away. I got him by the throat, but the harder I tried to pull him off, the tighter he clung and the faster he chewed.

I started screaming and then I woke up and found myself holding my left wrist in a vicelike grip and my left arm had gone to sleep.

So I'm telling my boss the story this morning and he tells me that last night he had a dream that he was in a prison or something. They had clamped his left hand in a vice and to get away sawed off his hand with a hacksaw. The funny part was that it didn't hurt, but it seemed to take a very long time.

How's that for strange coincidences?