animals

When i was about five, i though that when you got bitten on your neck (by a gnat and mosquito) you would die........man was i wrong!!

when i was 4 i thought if i licked a cat ide become 1 then i woke up in the middle of the night saying i dont wana be a cat

i used to believe that tigers got there stipes from going to wars and stripes were there battle scars.......silly me!

i thought that for all animals with stripes......haha

Whenever I asked my mom how she knew I'd done somthing bad, she would say "oh a little bird told me". I believed that and was always on my best behavior whenever a bird was around.

i used to believe that if you stuck your hand out the window in a car the birds would think your fingers were worms and bite them off. so whenever i stuck my hand out the window i'd always put my fingers in a fist so they the birds wouldnt eat them!

when i was lickle i used 2 believe that wen pigs got dirty a new lickle clean piglet appeared outtta nowhere to replace it-i reckon its true really LOL!!!! ***

At a very young age i spotted a picture in a book of an animal resembling a llama, but with two heads - one at each end. For a good few years i was convinced that this animal existed. I thought it was such a strange looking animal - that i was confused as to why nobody ever spoke about it. It was only when i began to learn the basic biology principles in school that i realised that maybe my Dad was right - it didn't exist!

My parents never wanted a dog, only cats so when I was little they told me that Dogs would bite you and cats wouldn't. We got the cat and one bit me. Imagine my surprise.

I live in the Desert. One time my Uncle told me that there were such things as Stick Lizards. See, these were 5-inch-long lizards that carried a stick around in their mouths. When the ground got to hot for their feet, they would push the stick into the ground and climb onto the stick until their feet cooled off. I've saerched all over, but I still haven't found one. I STILL BELIEVE THEY EXIST!!!!!!!!

When I was little a friend told me that kittens come from a cat if you plant it in the ground, so I tried to plant our cat in the ground and the cat scratched me in the face really hard.

when I was like 7 years old I used to dream that I was in my garden and I saw mmm I don;'t remember what do you call them ,but they are horses with wings..well because I dreamed of that..I used to believe it

In order to get me to clean my room as a child, my grandmother always told me that spiders came from dust. She said they just materialized from the dirt and grime in a dirty child's room. I know now that they hatch from eggs, but to this day I am still scared to death of spiders of any size, any kind.

my friend told me once that if you fed a seagull panadol, it would explode. so for a while i kept a packet of panadol around with me everywhere, just in case i saw a seagull

I remember listening to Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent (or is it Nuget?), and there used to be a stray cat that roamed through our neighborhood, affectionately named, "The Black Cat." So my brother, four or five at the time, wanted to pet the cat (we have two cats still and we love cats in general), but my dad said that the cat would scratch him and he'd be all like, "ooghaghadklhfalkh!" *insert weird noises* and that a bus would come up with a bunch of people yelling the same thing and they'd throw you on and take you away. Terrified my brother, I'll tell you.

I stopped believing the bus story after my dad told me he made it up. It was pretty funny to watch him be the mad people though.

A long time ago, maybe when I was five or six, I used to think the eggs we bought to eat were fertilized (meaning I thought they could hatch chickens), so I used to steal an egg or two when my mom was cooking with them and sit on them (but in a way I didn't crush them) on the couch, claiming I could hatch a chicken.

Mom told me otherwise.

Let me share with you a method for distinguishing a male pigeon from a female one...
First you catch such a bird and take their beak between your thumb and forefinger. (Please, be kind!) If your victim tries hard to escape, you've got a female...
...or that's what my father and his fellows practised when they were kids.