"I know an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know why, she swallowed that fly..."
- An old children's folk song.
Hard to believe, but it happened again: another close encounter. But this time after a the last case of the day was completed. The photo documentation was made by a bystander's cellphone who looked on with such amazement that, well, it just HAD to be recorded for posterity:
Dr. Wes assesses the situation.
How does one reach the light where he's landed?
A little step here and a little step there to scale the cath lab table.
"It is locked, right guys?"
Approaching the prey with lethal baseball cap in hand.
(Hospital Safety/QA: note the careful spotting of Dr. Wes
by his carefully trained techician...)
Closer... closer... closer...
Success! (Damn thing was as big as a 747!)
"Uh, guys? Better call for a high clean!"