After picking Preston up from basketball camp, we came home to plant some plants out back. I was on the patio and the kids walked out to the pond. Less than a minute later Preston comes running with his eyes as wide as could be, "Look mom! He fell in the pond and I saved him!" I shout, "Put that down, he'll bite you," and no sooner than I got the word "bite" out, that chipmunk bit his finger. I immediately think rabies and my heart is racing like mad. We raced inside and I made him scrub his hand really well and we slapped some triple antibiotic on it while I called the dr. Of course, they had to check with Dr. B. and call me back. I asked if chipmunks were a rabies risk and the nurse didn't know, but they didn't carry the rabies vaccine- that was the health department's domain. An hour later the phone rings and I see the health dept. on the caller id and my stomach sank. The lady basically wanted to know what happened and if the bite was provoked or if it just ran up and bit him. She said she had to call the State health dept. and would get back to me.
I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't sit still while I waited and I paced around the house. Christopher had me call his mom who works at the health dept here in town and she called the State and talked to someone who told her that it's nearly impossible to infect small rodents with rabies in a laboratory setting, and it was even less likely for them to catch it in the wild, so not to worry. Funny how she could call and get some answer in 10 minutes and the other didn't... At 1:30 I still hadn't heard from the dr. or the other health dept. so I called Dr. B. Apparently his chart said that they had called me to say that they had transferred his "case" (yes, it turned into a case) over to the health dept. They must have called someone else's house because they didn't talk to me! Again, the nurse didn't know much, but I asked about a preventative antibiotic, especially since we leave next week for vacation, and she said she'd call me back... Finally, around 3:45, I get a call from the dr. who had heard back from the State who had talked to a veterinarian and said that there was no risk for rabies and no treatment was needed. She also said I'd have to watch his bite for signs of infection and then they'd have him come in to see if he needed an antibiotic.
So here is my little guy sporting his Angry Birds bandaid on his sore finger. Luckily, he was only bit on one side of his finger since the other side hit his nail. We're so thankful that everything was OK. He's still not out of the woods in terms of infection, but Kate sees Dr. B. Friday for a well check, so I'll have her look at it then unless it gets bad before then. I can't tell you how many times I have told him today to never ever pick up a wild animal, ever again- no matter what. I think he learned his lesson. At least I hope so!