Saturday, June 7
As any good resident of Pennsylvania will admit, the state is rich in deer. I used to see them in our neighborhood, on the roads on my way to school, and even grazing on the islands in the middle of the highway. Almost everyone in my family has hit a deer with their car or, as Jenn and I experienced, been hit by a deer (but the heated controversy of that experience continues to this day). But suffice it to say... deer are about as common in PA as intoxicated Eagles fans.
In fact, I found this in an article about the concern about the deer population in PA:
"The deer problem has reached crisis levels, they say. The state's deer population numbered about one million after the hunt in 2003, compared with 600,000 in 1985... Pennsylvania is considered to have one of the nation's most severe problems, said
Robert J. Warren, professor of wildlife ecology and management at the University of Georgia, who saw an early draft of the report. 'I think it can safely be said that Pennsylvania has had probably the longest record of a problem of overabundance of deer in natural forest habitat,' he said."
So with all this mind, please know that when we're driving up the canyon and Doug or a friend points and says, "Hey! A deer!" It takes everything I have within me to mutter, "Oh, huh." When really I want to point the other direction and say, "Oh look! Another tree!"
I don't want to stop the car and look at it. I don't want to take pictures of it. I don't want to see how close I can get to it. In fact, I want to get away from it as quick as I can before it runs full speed into our car.
Now don't get me wrong--I don't want to kill it. I mean, I cried along with everyone else when Bambi's mother died. I realize it's a beautiful creature and it's the ever-increasing population of humans that forces us to cross paths. But I just don't want to act mystified in its presence. They eat our gardens and their suicide missions wreck our cars, and their charm has wore off.
So let it be known, world, from henceforth and forever I'm not going to fake interest anymore! The sham is over!! I'm done living a lie and I'm ready to be myself. So while you're pulling over and wishing you could hug it, I just may be looking the other direction and calling it a rat. And that's that.