Scoutmaster Normand Brousseau was taking his troops on a routine camping outing upstate when he encountered something unexpected. Floating down the Delaware River on a foam noodle, he found himself face-to-face with a rabid beaver, which quickly proceeded to sink its fangs into Brousseau’s chest.
“I couldn’t believe it. I thought it might be a giant carp but never a beaver,” he told the Daily News. “It was like a horror movie.”
After an epic battle, Brousseau pried the beast’s teeth from his tender flesh and wrestled it to the ground, holding it by the jaw. Then, his troops did what any good scouts would do: they stoned the rabid river rat to death. “It probably took a good five minutes to kill it,” said scout hero Zach Pruner, 15. “It took a while to die.”
When it was all said and done, the scouts emerged victorious, but not without battle scars. “I’d get it off me and then it would bite me again,” said Brousseau. “I got bit in six different spots…in my butt, too.”
Between rabid beavers and unidentified East River monsters, the takeaway from this summer is simple: stay out of the water.