Really? A Goat in a Basement? Seriously?
Right, let’s just pause for a moment and collectively sigh. Because apparently, our collective taxpayer dollars are now being diverted to… rescuing goats from basement window wells. In Wales. Im not even kidding. We have fires to put out, potholes the size of small cars threatening to swallow vehicles whole, and crumbling infrastructure generally falling apart around us. And what do we get? A news story about a feral mountain goat, presumably having achieved some sort of bizarre subterranean adventure, needing assistance from firefighters AND an animal rescuer.
Honestly, Im picturing this goat, meticulously planning its descent into the darkness. Yes, it thinks, a basement window well is precisely where I need to be. And then we have the heroic rescue team – because every situation involving a mountain goat apparently warrants a full-blown operation. A rescuer bravely venturing into…a hole. To pull out an animal that, by all accounts, probably enjoys being feral and roaming freely on mountainsides.
It’s just peak absurdity, isnt it? While genuine crises fester, we celebrate the retrieval of a goat from a basement. I genuinely wonder what this says about our priorities as a society. A mountain goat. In a basement. It’s enough to make one weep… with laughter, mostly.
