WHAT
WHAT. WHAT.

Okay. Two stories from work.

Story number one! One of our mares--I can think of no other verb--frisked me when I went in to fill up her water buckets. She insisted on sniffing me from head to toe, paying particular attention to my arm and the crook of my elbow. I have no idea what smelled so interesting to her. She didn't nibble, even a little bit, just sniffed. She located no carrots and gave up in disgust.

Story number two! Willie, one of our geldings, has been in his stall for three days. He's been going a little stir-crazy. I didn't know how stir-crazy until today. I was filling up his water bucket, and he began nibbling on the hose. No big deal, a lot of horses do that when they're bored.

AND THEN WILLIE GRABS THE HOSE OUT OF MY HAND AND YANKS IT UPWARDS, spraying me, himself, the stall, and most of the surrounding area with water. He proceeded to flap it around for a bit before he finally dropped it outside his stall and let me scramble out to turn it off. This horse! I got soaked. My coworker laughed at me. Bah.

WHAT.