LOL Well I can see where that would be an experience you wouldn't want to repeat.<quoted text>
When I first bought this property it was overgrown with brush and trees. There were five rickety old houses that would have fallen down decades earlier if it weren't for the trees growing up through them and all around them. It was a mess! But I started at one end with a chain saw and worked my ways across five acres clearing out the brush, trash trees and old rotten structures. When I was done, the landscape looked like a park with old cherry, pear and apple trees scattered about in no particular design under the high shade provided by the century old native pecan trees. I excavated a spot in the center of these lots and poured footings, ran sewer and water lines and began to build this house. I ran into problems with the rest of the property because I failed to treat the stumps of the trees that I cleared and neglected to keep it mowed. The brush and trash trees began to reclaim the land that I had cleared and I wanted an easy fix so I bought some goats. Those goats started eating but they didn't eat the brush. Instead they ate the bark off of all the old fruit trees killing all but the big pecan trees. Those goats chewed on building materials and crapped all over the building site. Whenever I tried to work on my house, those goats would run up and butt me from behind with their horns. I ended up trading those goats to some Salvadorians in exchange for help clearing out the brush and killing the stumps that the goats failed to accomplish. The Salvadorians used the apple wood to cook the goats and used the wood from the trash trees to cook the stumps.
Sorry for the long story but I can't hear the word goat without being reminded of that experience.
Not that it matters now but the goats could have been put on leashes (metal) that restricted their reach. But regardless I understand your horror at the word ... goat.