Deer Must Die

So my Bride walks out this morning to water the impatiens that she spent A MILLION HOURS planting a few weeks ago and what greets her?

Total destruction. Every single flower eaten off by Satan’s own cloven-hooved minions.

we hates them we hates them we hates them.

Venison will soon be on the menu.

6 Responses to “Deer Must Die”

  1. Ebola says:

    Somehow I can envision you on the roof with a crossbow, dearest uncle. Somehow it’s very, very easy to do.

  2. Mr. Bingley says:

    I like your thinking.

  3. Teresa says:

    Every time I hear people talking about the “cute deer” I think of stories like this… they are just larger versions of field mice. heh.

  4. JeffS says:

    My brother lives on an island in Puget Sound with deer on it……and absolutely NO predators. “Field mice” doesn’t even come close. More like “locusts”.

    Even worse, the islands in the Sound were colonized by hippies back before it was fashionable for the overly resourced social segment to live in the sticks with the rubes…..and all the amenities of civilization, of course.

    And those hippies just lurves them those damned deer. “They’re so ccuuuuuuuttttttteeeeee!!!!!!!”


  5. Julie says:

    I’d be impatiens to get rid of those deer, too.

  6. Mr. Bingley says:

    Someone spent a bit too much time around a certain Mr. Summers.

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