Oh my. These tiny cows have been roaming the house for a week now, milling about in the kitchen, grazing on crumbs. There must be at least two dozen of them. During the day they get playful, roam the living room, climb on the furniture even. I have to shoo them away if I want to sit in my favorite easy chair and read in peace.
At night the little critters retire to the farther reaches of the house, curl up and sleep in corners, sometimes using an empty matchbox or box of tissues as an improvised stall.
When it comes down to it, who am I to say that this Lilliputian bovine infestation is a blessing or a curse? They must be here for a reason. I figure that Mother Nature knows best, and if she doesn't like them, she can get rid of them. It's none of my concern.