But really that's nothing compared to the story of Vladimir Markov, a Russian man who dabbled in tiger poaching. On one fateful day in 1997, Markov managed to shoot and wound a tiger, and in an extra little dig, stole part of the tiger's recent kill. The tiger, however, managed to escape. But it was more than a little miffed by the whole ordeal.
The tiger later found Markov's hunting cabin in the woods. The man wasn't home, so the tiger tore to s**t everything that had the guy's scent on it, then waited by the front door with a massive murderection. You can pretty much guess what happened when Markov got home. Yup, they had a cup of coffee and hashed things out.
"Welcome home, m**********r!"
No, not really. The tiger actually dragged Markov into the bushes and murdered and ate him.