Oh Deer

I saw the craziest thing this morning. The kids and I were across the cul-de-sac in our neighbor's driveway when a deer ran across the street into another neighbor's yard. It slammed head first into the side of a truck, then into a glass door, then into a fence before he ran back across the street, hopped a wrought iron fence and disappeared into the wooded lot behind. Hmmm. Did I just see that? So what does this city girl do? I called 9-1-1. I know, I know, that's a little much, but I didn't know if it could hurt the kids, or get stuck somewhere, or cause damage, or was rabid (can deer be rabid?) I may have overreacted. I told the 9-1-1 lady that I didn't know the number for Animal Control (who does?) and I was concerned there was a rabid deer with head injuries (it hit that truck hard) running around my neighborhood scaring my children. She asked my name and address and said they'd send someone. After the shock wore off I started to wonder if the "someone" was coming for the deer or the psycho lady calling 9-1-1 about an alleged rabid deer with a head injury. Did you know they lock your cell phone if you call 9-1-1? I guess so if you get disconnected they can locate you...or maybe so you won't make anymore hysterical calls about the wild life. I was imagining NSA satellites trained on my house and my named added to "the list." Or worse...the call will turn up on Jay Leno.

I think the humidity is getting to me.

~J