Once when I lived in a more rural area, it was an early summer morning and my tomato plants, peppers, etc. were growing great---in their prime. Some cows got loose down the road, and found my garden, and went stomping around in there. I was in my pajamas when I saw it happening. I rushed out the back door, yelling and screaming at the cows, and the more I yelled, the more they milled around in circles, stomping everything into the mud. When I finally chased them away and came in, I was covered with mud and crying. My garden was pretty well ruined. It's funny now, but it wasn't funny then!