My wife is very afraid of spiders and cockroaches. Most kinds of insects, really.
That gives me the opportunity to be Mr. Brave when a creepy crawly gets in the house. I can also reach things on high shelves. So those are real two positives to having me as a husband.
But back to Mr. Brave. I feel comfortable taking on insects, and I might even be OK against a small rodent. But against something larger, such as a crocodile, even my wish to protect my family might not give me enough bravery.
But in the event of an emergency involving a crocodile, I at least know what I should do:
Poke it in the eyes.