The problem with your exhortation is that I am a big wuss, a simpering pussbunny that is terribly easy to spook; and if I am startled, I end up under the table in the fetal position, trembling, my mouth wide open in a silent scream and my eyes wide in terror, covered by cold sweat and usually lying in a puddle of my own sick.
But you'll have your rifle with you, right?