When I was in elementary school, we had 1/4 acre that we kept a couple goats on ... and would rent out to horse owners. They weren't mini-goats, and I liked playing with them because they were funny (always climbing on the barn roof). I was trying to feed one a carrot, when the other snuck in and ate the keychain. Probably attracted to the shiney. lol I didn't have any keys on it, though.
I guess you weren't scared of them then if you were used to playing with them Walt. It's just that the mental image of that happening seems kinda overwhelming! Thank you for the backstory! :)
This post was edited by RosieG at May 2, 2019 4:17 PM MDT
They did something with it, as their corpses were strewn around the chewed bottle. They were trapped in the garage, and, since they'd already chewed through my gallon water bottles, they probably thought it was water too (surprise, surprise!) I didn't intentionally put the bleach out for them. It was just a bottle I'd used for cleaning and then forgot about.
That would explain the stench wouldn't it? Did they die after they imbibed the bleach? Not my cuppa tea Shuhak! Thank you for your reply. So maybe the Dondonjohn is a trifecta blend of pig goat and rat? :)
Walt O'Reagun 