"Please be a mirage."

That was my prayer yesterday evening. "Please be a mirage." Then I told myself there's probably no such thing as a goat mirage. They came into view as Matt and I were leaving (key word) an undisclosed, nameless restaurant near our house... leaving after we had already eaten our food. We walked out, and there they were. Goats. A bunch of goats. I'm not saying I ate a goat taco. I'm just saying.... Did I eat a goat taco?