I'm sure I'm not the only person (I tend to assume that if I have a thought or feeling, most people have had the same thoughts and feelings; I think of myself as sort of spectacularly average) who has fantasized about wild animals being drawn to me, because they recognize my Snow White-like grace, charm, and innocence. I've imagined birds landing on my finger, wild bunnies taking carrots from my hands, raccoons exploring the contours of my face, deer approaching to be petted.
This fantasy, of course, ignores the fact that wild animals are wild. What they know how to do is survive in a world where they can only eat what they kill or find. Actual encounters with wild animals are dangerous, and would be made more so if I actually gave expression to that fantasy.
This has been brought home to me just recently. Three times this week, I have been divebombed by different pairs of crows as I walked through my neighborhood. I understand they were only protecting nests, and they didn't hurt me or anything, but even so, it was scary. They flew so close, I could feel the rush of air from their wings as they went by, and they cawed loudly right into my ears. They were relentless, truly committed to driving me away, and no matter how many times I assured them that I was just trying to get home, they kept at me for several blocks.
If (or perhaps when; I tend to think it's inevitable) there is a massive infrastructure breakdown of some kind, and there is no grocery store and no hot and cold running water, I don't think I'm one of the people who will survive. Nice to know the crows will be all right, though.