Not saying your wrong, mighty_maxx but I was under the impressions that wild animal “attacks” are pretty individual in cause and therefore risk of recurrance. Unfortunately, they’re very predicatable in outcome. Perfectly idiotic human behavior–real Darwin Award stuff–still results in the in the animal being killed if said human suffers any injury as a result.
This is one I witnessed: a dolt tourist in Yellowstone stopped his car upon spotting a bear. (First rule of the park: don’t get out of your car.) He got out, urged the family out, too–then popped a marshmallow into his toddler’s mouth, hoping for a Disneyesque “bear nuzzles tot” photo op. (Outraged bystanders intervened; he was pissed; the bear fled.)
Maybe this example proves your point somewhat. Animals in proximity to humans will get their signals confused. But there are semi-acclimated “wild” animals and animals genuinely living wild. Our hubris and self-importance aside, animals don’t hopelessly lust after long pig once given a taste. And they don’t lose their fear. Flukes happen.
Dog attacks? Years ago…had a rotten little socipath next door who taunted and tortured my dog . The dog (beagle and hound) was 1. inside a large, chain-linked fence and 2. attached by chain to a long wire run. The little creep threw rocks and fire crackers at the dog, tried to poke him with sticks, etc. (This was an ordinarily placid dog who nonetheless was a loyal watchdog to my grandmother, btw.) Idiot kid hopped the fence and tried to clobber the dog with a tree branch. Too damned bad he badly underestimated the speed, strength and agility of the dog. The dog could have easily mauled his leg for settled for just latching on; no blood but some scrapes.
The kid’s father was very upset at first and called the animal control officer. My father, who wasn’t a huge dog fan but had a huge sense of justice, calmly informed the officer the dog wouldn’t be taken anywhere. Then he walked him next door for a talk w/ the kid’s father.
End of unnecessarily long story…the kid’s father was Greek and had a huge respect for vulnerable old ladies (my grandmother) and Manhood. Anger turned quickly to voluble apologies, handshakes and expressions of good will. Then, in a moment of stellar justice, he dragged The Hellion into his back yard, yanked his pants down and gave him the hiding of his life. (The animal control officer and my dad gaped in confusion; the dog unmistakably grinned.)
The dog stayed inside for 10 days for quarantine–injustice enough–and The Hellion never taunted the dog again. I’m not advocating child beating; just relating facts. But several facts to remember: The Hellion learned something about respect and common sense and a good dog didn’t have to die for it.
Humans have so many more resources, power and understanding. IMO that entails commensurate responsibility.
Veb