Okay, okay, the deer weren’t there when we got back Thursday night. They must have crossed back over to the right side of the tracks. You can all stop IMing me to ask. Sheesh. That’s what the comments are for.
Archive > October 2003
Night of the Living Venison
Tonight, Sam and I were leaving work to get pizza. On the way out of the parking space, Sam suddenly braked. ”Look, over there in the field!” ”What?” I strained to see between the raindrops on the windshield. ”See? There’s a deer in the back field.” By now I had given up on the windshield and was searching for [...]
