The Cannibal

Sometime after Kathy got her new bedroom, Michelle and I were switched from the bunkbeds that we had to a double bed. I don't know why, we just did. We slept good together and had no problem---usually. One night, in the middle of the night, when I was sound asleep, Michelle came over to my side of the bed and bit me in the middle of my back!!! I mean she bit me hard!!! Of course I let out a loud howl and mom came running in to see what happened. She checked my bite and comforted me, and then all she said to Michelle was something like "don't bite your sister in the back sweetie, that hurts her". I mean come on----beat her or something, she hurt me!!!! Nope that was it. I got over the bite and went back to sleep. I didn't get over the fact that Michelle got off so easy.

I felt that Michelle should have been punished. Mom had not done enough to her. So the next morning on the way to the bus stop I told her "if you ever bite me again I will knock out all of your teeth!" I did not say this nicely either. She swore she would never do that again. I would never have done this of course, we never inflicted pain on each other---usually.


In our later adult years when we would talk about this she said that she didn't know what came over her to bite me. She said she just had this strong urge to bite--so I just happened to be the target.