I remember elderly people sixty years ago, saved from a house fire, breaking free and running back into the flames. I never understood it.
“...breaking free and running back into the flames.”
Years ago visiting a friend that was a firefighter. Somewhere in the conversation he told my wife and kids that the animals always find a way to get out.
Later, out of their earshot he told me that wasn’t true, but that is what he tells people. He said so many times the people will get out okay, run back in to save Fluffy, and they end up dying.