I was compelled to jump into the hay with the farm animals on display at Plantation Fields this past weekend because I felt an overwhelming desire to "feel one with the goat." My foot did not get eaten off, though the sheep did nibble on my arm a bit. I also got to pet all of them before I was dragged out of the pen. Gerry pretended to not know me.
Seriously, what is it with this people who think jumping into a cage with sharp tooth carnivores is a great idea? I say hold off on calling for help and let the poor beasties enjoy a fresh meal.
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