There's something about dads. For some reason, when a man becomes a father he often transforms from a regular guy to a ridiculous sitcom character who will do anything to amuse his kids and annoy his wife. It's the basis of 92.2% of all sitcom plots.
I am a Bengali, and as all good Bengalis, we went to see tigers in north bengal. (Spoiler alert: no tigers). After one pretty disappointing day of missing two elephant herds and seeing no wild cat, much less a tiger, we stop at a dried up river bed. We are f-ing tired, the sun is setting, the peacocks are screaming, the usual. Suddenly , we hear a growl. Monkeys are going nuts. The tell tale sign of a tiger nearby. The guide tells us to rush to our jeeps. We oblige, but just before boarding, I see my dad smirking, HARD. After an hour of waiting, we see no tigers and head home. The next morning, while everyone is freaking out over the growl, dad pulls me aside and says that it was a burp. A fucking burp. So I can proudly say that once my dad burped so hard the jungle thought it was a tiger.