I would like to survive being mauled by a bear with no more than a few broken bones and scars.

And a now limp ursine neck clutched so tightly in my grip that an injection of muscle relaxants is necessary to remove it.

Hell, even just a chunk of fur I tore out of the beast before it swiped me down the steep sides of a nearby gorge.

Something to show that I didn't just survive, I fought.