My nose is numb, and the top of my mouth. I love getting fillings. Except really I hate it, and I am being ironic here. Because there's that smell--burning-drilled tooth--and the spray from the squirter, and the high-pitched drill noise and the weird things they stick between your teeth that dig into your gums and make them bleed.
And the numbness. Did I mention I'm numb?
Well, you don't have to feel your nose to enjoy big cats playing with pumpkins! Our zoo's got tigers and cougars and snow leopards and lynxes--but this zoo's got a lot more. Also, am I the only one thinking of how to use wonderful dental appointments in my writing the whole time I'm there? Inside my head I've got this interior monologue, like I wonder what that blue light thingy is called. And tooth isn't exactly bone, is it? So this wouldn't be the smell of burning bone. But I bet teeth and drills could be a really creepy detail in the right story. And what if there were a villain who thought anyone with this limp numb-lip look was weak for needing anesthetic! Would that be crazy? That would probably be crazy...
Anyway. Sorry. Cats. Pumpkins. Yay!