To sum up, a British tourist in Spain went to lengths to stick her fingers in a lion’s cage…at which point the lion dragged her into the cage and tore her arm off.
I don’t know whether to laugh, or to weep for the human race.
little*bit: Well, you gots to watch out for those “tame” kitties at the petshop–why do you think they don’t sell, hmm??? Them with their cute little “mew” sounds and their tails sticking straight up… I’m onto you guys…
Ooooh, um…well, I’ve done that, at the Belize Zoo. I really don’t know what came over me. I just walked up to the chain link fence where a black panther was laying and petted her nose, that is I ran one finger down her nose. There was no barrier that I had to overcome other than the fence. Really, I couldn’t tell you why I did it, brain fart? It was great though. I remember the moment with fondness. She was truely wild and about to be reintroduced into the jungle too.
When I was but a lad, about 25 years or so ago, we visited a tourist trap ‘gator farm in Florida. There was a wire-fenced pen there which housed a bobcat. I don’t remember whether the the bobcat was on a leash of some sort, though I suppose it was, as the fence was only about 4’ high.
My Father, who has a reputation for being accepted/befriended by animals (especially dogs, but other species as well), spoke to the bobcat a bit, and then reached over and scratched behind its ears. He did this for some time, and whenever he would pause, the bobcat would snap at his fingers, as if annoyed that he would stop. When my Father resumed, the bobcat just settled back down and enjoyed the scratching.
I expect that the bobcat was fairly tame anyway, though it acted more threateningly when my Mother or I got close, and we didn’t press our luck.
It was, of course, a silly thing to do, as the bobcat could easily have given my Father a nasty slash or bite (too small to take a limb, but it might have managed a finger or two). Made for great pictures, though. And the bobcat seemed to enjoy it.
The maulings I’ve heard about most often are by polar bears at zoos. They look so cute and playful, but, unlike big cats, or even other bears, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard an account of them not casually killing someone who jumped into their enclosure.
I believe that to be eligible for a Darwin award, your injuries have to be sufficient to prevent procreation. I’m afraid that losing an arm doesn’t qualify.
A friend of mine was mugged by a monkey at the zoo when she was a kid – the monkey was trained to take quarters and give the people little cups of food for some of the animals… my friend was going to give the monkey a quarter, she changed her mind, the monkey slapped her and took it. Didn’t give her any food either.