I used to think it was funny when we had a real awnry suffolk ram who used to attack the tractor tires. One day he lined up on the front end like something Marlin Perkins would be thrilled by and smashed the grill, 20 gallon radiator, and oil cooler right thru the water pump housing/fan/and main pulley on the engine block. We promptly introduced him to a .410 between the eyes.
You don’t name the steers...
/Sounds like that could be applied to many lowlifes in the human race. (Instead of trying to be everybody's friend.)