Heroics has less to do with it than good, old-fashioned stubbornness.
Today will be the fifth consecutive day of deworming, then we have to do it again on Day 10. I have incurred the wrath of 20 hens and two roosters, forcing them to drink from a tiny syringe for four days already for their own good. They WILL get today's medicine.
In a funny, but sad, twist, my blind dog, George, has had to climb over a frozen drift to get to where he likes to do his business since last month's blizzard. Two days ago, I shoveled a path through the middle of the drift to make it safer and easier to get to the main yard. George, unaware, continues to scale part of the remaining drift every day, inches away from the cleared pathway. Even when I've led his through the pass, he immediately chooses the high drift again the next time he's out.
Makes me think of how often people, accustomed to their particular path, keep making things harder than they have to be, just because it's the way they are used to doing things.