About 30 years ago I was in Haifa Israel. I was in the US Navy at the time. I went up the very steep hill to Mount Carmel. My research indicated that there was a marine institute there and I wanted to see it. My path took me past the zoo and right past a tiger. I was perhaps 100 feet or more from the tiger when it made things very clear that it didn't want me to walk along that path. It was making extremely fearsome snarls and growls and, if looks could kill, I would now be a dead man. The cage was an old style cage with thick bars and some mesh. The path lead past the cage at a distance of less than 10 feet. There was some waist high shrubbery at the edge of the path.
I decided discretion was the better part of valor and detoured around the tiger at a great distance. Then I heard behind me the voices of 4 teenagers, 2 girls and 2 boys. Again the tiger began making all manner of fearsome noises. The girls were terrified but of course one boy, doubtless turned stupid by macho testosterone and realizing there was no way the tiger could get him, laughed and swaggered down the path getting closer and closer to the now enraged tiger. I stopped to watch and simultaneously eyeballed some nearby trees wondering how fast I could climb one.
He came abreast of the tiger. He laughingly looked away from the tiger and back to his friends when, in a microsecond, the tiger swapped ends. It did a 180 degree turn and from its back end ejected an enormous stream of yellow urine. It looked like a fire hose and its aim was dead on. That boy was drowned. His friends laughed hysterically and so did I. There's one thing you should always remember: respect a tiger and never, ever torment one.