This is my last wild animal/stupid people story. Maybe. We were on our way to Mexico, dragging the camper, and stopped in San Antonio to visit Brackenridge Park (zoo.) This was back when some of the animals were uncaged and simply kept behind retaining walls. The park had gumball machines that dispensed cracked corn so that you could feed the animals. I had a handful of corn and stopped at the zebra pen. I'd fed enough horses to know not to curl my fingers up. I was feeding a zebra, absolutely mesmerized by it's beauty. Another one walks up and bites me on my outstretched forearm. Mom freaked. Super ugly wound. Crooked teeth. I had that scar for a long, long time.
