Goats freak me out man.
It started in childhood with The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
I can hear their little hooves trip-trop, trip-tropping over the bridge now. I know that the goats were not the bad guys in that story but that troll gave me the willies and those darned goats insisted on making him mad so he'd come out from under the bridge.
Find another route goats! Don't make the troll come out! He gives me nightmares!
Then there's the thing with goats' eyes.
Surely I am not the only who gets the creeps from that?
There was also a little incident a few years back when I was visiting India. We were in Calcutta and I was up early one morning as a boy herded a bleating, scattered flock of goats through the city streets.
To the temple.
Where they were going to be sacrificed.
And again, I'm blaming the goat/victim here, but little incident caused me no end of horrific mental images - all involving goats.
But we stopped by my aunt's house a few weeks ago when we were at the lake and she had this in her yard.
He was just about a week old and his mama had rejected him so my aunt was bottle feeding him until he was big enough to be on his own.
I wanted to take him home.
I wanted to let him frolic in my yard.
I wanted to call him Squishy. And he would be mine. And he would be my Squishy. (name that movie)
What is it about baby ANYTHING that makes them so darned irresistable?