One (Cloven) Foot in the Grave *This IS a Tale From the Front Step*

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!! I typed this while being extremely aggravated. Freakin' DEER! Did a front step check. That's when I he(a)rd it. Or them. Monsters. Munching on my main cobbler ingredient. The peaches. Freakin' DEER! "HEY! OUT!" They outed. Only to fade into the shadows to wait until the door closed. I know they are out there again, munching away, snorting with glee. I need some coyote pee or something. Where the heck do you get coyote pee? Here's your cup Wiley? Wal*Mart sporting goods section? I have plenty of ferret poop. I wonder if ferret poop would work? hmmmmm... Something to ponder. Too early to fill the freezer with venison. And I think there is a law about heckling deer. *frustrated sigh* Stinkin' deer. I'ma set the ferrets on them. Yeah, that will work. They'll probably play with them to death. I can hear it now. Deer snorting, ferrets dooking. Then munching sounds. Sharing. Ferrets just can't resist something that's bad for them. Ok. So just the poop, no fuzzies. You can laugh. But it just might work.