1.11.25: Fighting an Animal

If I had to pick an animal to fight to the death, barehanded, in a cage, with both of us fully aware it’s life or death, I think I could take a zebra. Stay with me here. No horns, no antlers—just teeth, and as long as I avoid getting behind it, I’m not worried about the kicks. The strategy is simple: go for the throat. Everything else is just muscle and bone, but the throat? That’s the weak spot. I’m not saying it’d be easy, but if it came down to it, I think I could pull it off. Zebra? Handled.