Your scariest experience with an animal

When I was four, my mom and I got stuck in her car as a rabid Saint Bernard tried to kill us. Stephen King made a movie about it.
 
Humans are the scariest animals out there.
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When I was 12 got too close to the guard dog at a family friend's garden and it came after me. He got it off me in short order but I'm convinced it wanted to rip my leg off.
 
When I was 12 got too close to the guard dog at a family friend's garden and it came after me. He got it off me in short order but I'm convinced it wanted to rip my leg off.
Only dog that has ever bit me in a non playful manner was my great grandma’s shih tzu. I hate those little fuckers
 
Got chased by a billy goat once. But I knew better than to ever get in the bull enclosure.
 
Got chased by a billy goat once. But I knew better than to ever get in the bull enclosure.
Was it a fainting goat? My grandpa used to have two of them. I loved to mess with them when I was a kid
 
Was it a fainting goat? My grandpa used to have two of them. I loved to mess with them when I was a kid
No idea what kind, it was the neighbor's animal. We used to cross his pasture to take a shortcut to our friends house.
 
Two stand out.
When I was 7 or 8, a couple friends and I were walking to the park to play baseball. Got attacked by a rottweiler. Mind you this rott was normally fenced and on our route to school. So we were familiar and also terrified of it as it always barked and seemed super mean. The rott picked me out for whatever reason and latched onto my face, one tooth through my left cheek another couple punctured under my jawline. I grabbed it by the throat thinking this would somehow steady it and keep it from tearing my face off. Luckily, we were going to play baseball and my best friend had a bat already in his hand. He gave it a good blow to the back and it released me. Another blow somewhere around the head and neck and it ran. Somehow I was not disfigured. Just one round scar on my cheek that now grows denser facial hair and two under my jaw that you really have to look close to find.

Was staying Divide, CO at a cabin several years ago with another family. A bear (I'm assuming a black bear?) got into the shed one night by tearing the door off the hinges and spread trash all over the place. The next night it tried to get into the actual cabin. Damaged the back door and broke the windows out of it. Seemed like it wasn't going to give up. So I went out the front (keep in mind I was a little drunk from the nights' festivities), went around the house to a back corner where I could shoot parallel to the house and shot it a few times. Then ran like hell back to the front door. Bear ran off. Don't know if I hit it as there was no blood that we could find later but I was only about 20 yards away at most. Bear did not come back. Wife now has phobia of bears.
 
Had a kid fall into my enclosure once in Cincinnati.

Scariest day of my life.
About five years ago, I took a friend’s three year son to the Cincinnati zoo. I got a little hungry and decided to get a churro. The kid was watching the gorillas, so I figured I’d leave him there while I waited for my snack. The next thing I know, I hear people screaming and turn to see the three year old hopping the fence into the gorilla enclosure.

At that point, all hell broke loose. The zookeepers were freaking out. One of the male gorillas starting picking up the kid and carrying him around, eventually taking him up a ladder. Long story short, they ended up shooting the gorilla and killing him.

Fucking kid’s parents never did pay me for babysitting that day.
Same, fam. Same.
 
My father had a rugged childhood. He got into a lot of fights. So when he was 16 he got a dobermann/shepherd mix that he trained to be his body guard. Named him Python. Shortly after he got the dog he met my future mother and my father trained the dog to protect her too.

Fast forward four years... I'm three years old... One of my earliest memories...

I was on the main floor of my house. My father was at work. My mother carried some clean laundry upstairs to put it away. Python followed her up the stairs and posted up at the top of the stairs. I began climbing the stairs to go to my mom and before I knew it Python's teeth were in my face. Lucky for me he wasn't out to kill - just protect my mom - because he could've easily ended my life at 3 years old. That was the last day of Python's life, though. I still have a faint scar on the right side of my nose from that attack.
 
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