Today, at Codman Farm, I had the intense displeasure of seeing the beef freezer completely empty. WTF? Why is everyone so interested in local beef all of a sudden? (P.S. This is the last time I’m sharing my local sources on the interweb.)
My consolation prize was to stock up on bacon and eggs, which, I’ll admit, did console me. Temporarily. Until I was jolted back to discomfort by the realization that, in my dreamy state, I had just allowed the Toddler to be shocked by the electric fence surrounding the goats.
Did you know that goat kids and human kids respond similarly to electric shocks? They respond quickly and without objection. And the remorse is sincere.
Parents respond, too:
Me: What kind of a mother are you?
Me: There’s no sign. Oh look, now I can see where it’s hooked up to the electricity. Wow, I bet that really…hurt.
Me: Go touch the fence.
Me: To find out how bad it was.
Me: I’m scared.
Me: Have you no maternal instinct?
Me: Look, I would gladly touch the fence if it was going to spare him pain, but I don’t really think me touching the fence after the fact is going to help anyone.
Anyway, I didn’t touch the fence. The Toddler, with the extra sympathy he received, was back to a somewhat subdued version of his normal self in under 60 seconds. So now I’m wondering if it would be wrong to employ electric fence technology in our own home? Like encasing the Preschooler in a cage of low voltage to keep the Toddler from beating the crap out of him every minute of every day? Any thoughts?