Warning: this story is not for the faint of heart!
I suffer from an unfortunate condition known as pathological optimism. (OK, it’s not well known. I named it myself, but I’m optimistic it will catch on.) I’m guessing that it’s hereditary, exacerbated by reading entirely too many books.
This affliction led to costly failures in the animal husbandry department. Considering worst case scenarios just never occurs to me until I’m smack in the middle of one. If the books mention risks and potential catastrophes, I just skip over that part.
So, here is the sad tale of my failed experience with farm animals.