Yesterday, I got narcoleptic while trying to read my Twitter timeline, so I decided to make it an official nap. As I was drifting off, I started thinking about random things we do in Arizona when we aren’t driving into haboobs. This thought train led to the people who get attacked by mountain lions while out hiking, which happens a lot in southern AZ. I don’t know if it’s because the people in Tucson smell more tasty than the ones in Phoenix, or not, but I immediately thought about what I’d do if I were attacked by a mountain lion.
- First, I’d regret taking that nature hike. Sure, it seemed like a good idea in the planning stage, but in retrospect, it was a terrible decision.
- Second, assess the damage and quickly respond to the threat. Mountain lions seem to attack from behind, bite you on the head and drag you into the bushes to finish chewing on you, so I’ll need to get its teeth out of my skull.
- Next, make the mountain lion let go of my head. By now, I’ve most likely tried crying and wetting myself and neither action has disgusted the lion enough to spit me out. I’ll try flailing around wildly, until accidentally hitting him in the precise spot that ensures my release. Shark Week has taught me that sharks don’t like to be poked in the eyeballs and mountain lions are like furry land sharks, so I’ll try to poke out his eyes. If I can’t reach the eyes, due to of my lack of dedication in yoga class, my secondary target is the nose. Neither dogs nor I like to be punched in the nose, so I’m guessing the mountain lion isn’t a big fan of it either.
- Oh, no! What if the lion tries to claw at me while I’m flail-punching him in the face? You can’t worry about that now, bitch! You have a freaking mountain lion dragging you into the bushes where he’ll continue to chew on your head, thus ruining both your day and your chances to audition for America’s Got Talent. Concentrate on escape!
- Okay, focus on eye gouging and nose thumping. If I’m lucky, a little throat punching too.
- Partial success; your Three Stooges style of fighting has temporarily stunned the cat into dropping you. Do. Not. Run. That will only trigger his predatory instinct which will make him stop laughing at your pathetic escape attempts and cause him to, once again, bite your head and chew on you as he drags you into the under brush.
- Scare him off. This is no time to be realistic; you have to pretend to be the biggest badass this cat has ever run into. Sure, he can tell by your wardrobe and poor decision making that you don’t have your act together, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t crazy-good at street fighting giant cats. Raise your arms to make yourself look bigger and come after him yelling like a trailer park bride. Make a scary face, too; he’s probably already caused some brain damage when his teeth punctured your skull, so capitalize on that.
- Get help. This is when you’ll regret taking that nature hike again; you’re surrounded by wilderness and you know that the mountain lion is going to realize you pose absolutely no threat to him and he’ll soon return to pounce on you from some other goddamn bushes. Stay on the trail and call out for help. With any luck, a human will find you before another mountain lion will.
Now I can’t go to sleep because I’ve just been attacked by a mountain lion in my bed. (Goddamn it!)