I always give wild animals all the space they want/need. I don’t trust - or expect - them to act like domesticated, comfortable-around-humans pets. Because they’re not.
And that’s where some people mess up.
“Oh, how adora…” **CHOMP!!**
I’ve taken silly, ignorant chances, sure. On occasion, in my nitwit, “invincible” youth. I don’t make it an ongoing habit in my 30’s/40’s/50’s, no. It’s called “learning from experiences, and adjusting your behavior accordingly”.
There’s nothing noble or cool about going through life as a clue-starved oblivitard, winding up in ERs or the local news as a result. Most of us outgrow that phase and eventually sprout a brain. But there are far too many 40/50-something dumbasses walking around loose out there.