Jim Fowler’s eagle consumes a little white fluffy poodle in Lincoln Park. That would’ve been the end of my career in Chicago with Marlin. So anyway, I dove on the line, cut me right down in the hand. But I saved the life of whoever it was eagle was going after. I can just imagine that lady at the next ladies club meeting saying, (clears throat) “I was walking little fluffy “in Lincoln Park and this giant pterodactyl “came out of the sky and went after us.” She disappeared, just like that. I don’t know where she went, but that was my first introduction (chuckles) to Wild Kingdom and also to Marlin. And I was lucky that the eagle didn’t grab something ’cause it would have been on the front page of the Chicago Tribune. So you were comfortable appearing on television ’cause you had had some training.