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"The cow is in the house again." — very few people ever in history

You know, I've had a number of animals come into my various homes uninvited over the years—several cats, a handful of squirrels, way too many mice, a couple of burglars, one very aggressive Chihuahua who took exception to my very existence—but I have never had a cow saunter into my living space and make itself at home. Honestly, I never even considered bovine breaking and entering as a possible thing that could feasibly happen. But now that I'm aware of it as a concept, my life somehow seems a bit more empty. Have I made some incorrect choices in my life? What could I have done differently that would have opened me up to the prospect of having a cow in my home?

Sources: Billie jo decker | h/t Tastefully Offensive