When we went, one of the areas had a pair of pygmy goats that had been born 11 days prior. With their protective, but still very docile, mother. They were ADORABLE. See?
|That hand was later marred by the cute bunny.|
Lots of adorable-ness to be had. We pet, we prodded, we swooned. Eleven day old goat kids are totally adorbs. And, like most eleven day old creatures, are hungry. So, so, very hungry.
So the goat kids went on their merry way nursing. And then, something happened. Something, primal.
The goat kids? They WENT AT THOSE NIPS LIKE THEY WERE BOBBING FOR APPLES. Hard. Core. I swear to god, the force they pumped their heads into those teats sent my boobs shriveling up inside my body. Holy HELL they were nursing aggressively. I swear to god, that shiz made me think twice about wanting to breastfeed. For serious.
|I might be cute, but I might also rip this shiz off to get a better flow. Don't think I won't. 'Cause I will.|
I seriously don't think you understand how AT IT these kids were going. I still shudder to think about it.
|Oh yeah. I totally scarred you. Scarred your eyes, and scarred my mom's nips. Mmmm hmmm.|
I may never look at a baby goat the same way again.