As long as we’re comparing analogies,” Jack added, “how about this one? A person being chased by a bear doesn’t have to be able to run faster than the bear. He only has to be faster than his slowest companion. Driver picks. I’m going to catch up with the convoy, find a way to pass several of the cars, and not be last in line.

He leaned towards me, and I did what any reasonable person would do when facing imminent death by being eaten alive. I screamed.

They prefer their meals alive and terrified, for fear is their favorite sauce.

Nothing seems to tempt fate more than mentioning the possibility of something bad happening.