A couple of weeks ago we finally decided we had had enough of our "beloved" llamas. Roscoe wasn't so bad, but Otis, his younger brother, recently discovered that he could leap over our 6 feet tall electric fences and browse the neighbors' fields whenever he felt like it. We determined it was time that they needed to find a better home, so I placed an ad on
Craigslist, offering them for free. The response I got was amazing! Within 20 minutes, I had over 15 people begging for the llamas. I have found that when you list something for free on
Craigslist, no matter what it is, people want it. We had a similar experience with our old carpet--within minutes of listing it, my email was crashing from the number of responses.
Anyway, back to the llamas. The next step was to pen them up so that we could actually load them when some poor unwitting soul came to pick them up. Having some idea that this would be a difficult task, we started the process about 2 hours before the people were supposed to arrive with their trailer. The llamas would not be fooled by our enticements of feed. Once they caught a glimpse of the rope, they high tailed it out of the barn as quickly as they could. I will not belabor the details of the 2.5 hour chase around our 10 acre farm (yes, I did say 2.5 hours). Suffice it to say that we ended up catching Roscoe after about 45 minutes and spent the rest of the time trying to capture Otis as he literally ran circles around the property, leaping over every fence we have. Finally, when it seemed that he would soon die of a heatstroke, and we were sure we would follow shortly behind him, Aaron got the rope around his neck. At this point he was drooling nasty green stuff, screeching like a
velociraptor out of Jurassic Park, and kicking as if he was having a seizure. It was ugly. I strapped the halter on his head and Aaron began dragging him to the pen. Just as he was about to reunite with Roscoe in the pen, he had a huge
flipout and ended up knocking Aaron to the ground and slipping out of his halter.
I looked up to see Aaron struggling to his feet, raise his fists above his head in defiance, and scream, "I will chase you until you die"!! (Did I mention that this was not the happiest of days on One World Farm?) Then I noticed that Aaron had blood pouring down his face.
Apparently the llama had knocked him into the tin on the side of the barn and he ended up slicing his head open in the process. It was very dramatic. I convinced Aaron that we all needed a cooling off period, and we headed to the E.R. to get 14 stitches for his head. We hooked up with some friends at
Fuzzy's Tacos afterwards and drowned our llama troubles with a few margaritas.
Postlude: The next morning we called in reinforcements and ended lasso-
ing the llama and tackling him so that there was no hope of escape. We loaded them up and sent them on their way and wished them the best. Good riddance!