This story comes from a cop living somewhere in the USA. I read his story in a "blog" on the internet:

Last weekend I spied something at Larry’s Pistol and Pawn. It was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser gun with a belt clip. For the unfamiliar, that’s a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an attacker. It produces high voltage but low amperage, stunning the attacker and giving the victim time to run.

The device is said to have no long-term effects. You simply jab the prongs against your 250-lb. assailant, push the button, and it’ll render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering geek. If you’ve never seen a zapper in action, you’re missing out!

Long story short, I bought the one at the pawn shop. Now, I’m home alone with my new toy thinking, "How bad can it really be, with only two itty-bitty triple-A batteries?"

Here I am in my recliner with my cat, Precious, looking on as I read the directions. I’m thinking, "If I’m going to give this thing to my wife to protect her against muggers, I want some assurance it’ll work." Is that wrong? I know I need a flesh and blood test target. I gotta admit, I think briefly about zapping Precious. But that’s an evil idea that quickly passes.

So, here I sit in a pair of shorts and a tank top, directions in one hand, Taser in the other. The directions say a one-second burst will shock and disorient the attacker; a two-second burst will cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst will make the attacker flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Now, I’m looking at this little thing — 5 inches long and less than 3/4 inch around. No way this thing...but, I get ahead of myself.

What happens next defies description, but I’ll try. I’m sitting there, Precious beside me with her head cocked trying to say, "Don’t do it, stupid."

I decide to give myself a one-second burst. I touch the prongs to my naked thigh, push the button, and HOLY COW! I’m certain Arnold Schwarzenegger picks me up and body- slams me three or four times.

I vaguely remember waking up soaking wet and in the fetal position. Precious is standing over me, licking my face, attempting to say, "Do it again, do it again — that was fun!"