stgulik

I can attest to the criminality of the goat mind. They have goats at the farm market I go to, and I visit them and give them head scritches. During the winter, one of the goats somehow hooked his horn into one of my cashmere fingerless gloves, and tossed it off my hand and into his pen, where he promptly put his hoof down on it. I couldn't fit my hand between the bars of the pen, so I had to use a stick, but he wouldn't get off my glove! Then his accomplice came over to sniff at the glove and I was worried that he might eat it. Finally, the first goat lifted his hoof and I flung the glove back on my side of the enclosure -- besmirched with goat poop and with a tear along the finger. I washed it, repaired it, and the goats and I are friends again. But I'm careful about those tricksy horns now!