“Mine is when I was in high school, I lived out in the countryside of Central Texas. I was just kind of bumbling around on the property, and my mom’s little chihuahua was tagging along.
I heard a bird, saw a fast moving shadow, and threw my arm out, slapping a hawk out of the sky as it tried to get my mom’s chihuahua.
Cut my arm pretty good, but saved that little rat of a dog. The chihuahua went on to pass away at a smooth 19 years old.”