Reminds me of the time a donkey chomped down on my left breast and wouldn't let go!
True story, early 1990's, apple orchard in eastern PA - I was wearing a red sweatshirt. Yes, it hurt. And it left a bruise.
As I pulled backwards, the jackass's head moved with me. I finally had to use my hands to pry the thing off of me!
PS: I was on a date, too! (not with the mule) ;-)