Wildlife prey

10 days ago a lynx escaped from a private person in a small town near my home. I actually first knew about this recently and it really doesn't bother me much. I guess the only real complaint I could have about it is that the police has allowed hunters to shoot it and the fact that a person I know hasn't been killed by it. Oh well, I guess you can't have everything.

This little anecdote is not pure madness it does in fact serve a purpose. I started thinking (or maybe really rethinking) on the matter of getting killed by wildlife especially of the carnivorous type. As a matter of fact I wouldn't mind it at all. I might perhaps even be a little happy. I know most animals wouldn't kill you to eat you, but still I wouldn't mind.
This might seem crazy to some people, but I believe that if I was ever killed by an animal I would have brought it upon myself. Not that I would force it, but I would probably have made some mistake along the approach of the animal and it panicked and reacted.

Maybe you would feel so alive at the end of life. Life being taken away by a wild animal. The adrenalin rush as the body desperately tries to run beyond its limits when sudden realization strikes: I can't escape. Claws dig in deep and start to cut the skin and rip the flesh apart. Blood spurts from open wounds and the pain and agony makes you want to scream, but no one and nothing can help you now. You are on your own and your destiny is set. There is no way back only one way forward. You leave your life at the claws of the superior predator.