Jerry Nelson
The first cup of steaming coffee was just beginning to boot up my brain when I caught a glimpse of a large, shaggy beast lumbering past our living room window.
Was it Bigfoot or a sasquatch or maybe even Keanu Reeves? Sadly, no. If it had been any of those, I wouldn’t be here. I would be on E! TV, showing off my cellphone video and sharing all the juicy details about my epic encounter.
The beast was, in fact, one of our Jersey steers. His presence on the sidewalk was every bit as shocking as if he had been a mythical forest creature or someone from The Matrix.