Eight years ago I was living in a shitty studio apartment in Phoenix, Arizona, where the police came to my neighbors' door with guns drawn after a "domestic disturbance" and gunshots were not at all uncommon at night.
This morning, I called the Sheriff's department to go take care of a wounded deer the MiL saw on the side of the road on her way to work.
I'm a long way from that apartment in Phoenix.
Edited to add: As final, incontrovertible evidence, allow me to share that I just went outside to find Mia with one of the most gruesome assemblages of deer parts I have ever seen. It was an entire exposed rib cage, with the neck still attached. And the head. Which Mia was gnawing on avidly. Welcome to the country.
6 comments:
Congratulations !
Piece of earth......peace of mind.
Beth
Any chance Mia's deer and MiL's deer were one and the same?
Word verification: ditabl -- a living room set with two tabls
No, the MiL's deer was at least ten miles away. And the deer in our driveway has been mostly eaten, not freshly killed.
What a disgusting conversation.
Personally, I'd prefer the half eaten deer carcass any day.
It's real life - of a different sort. Your current lifestyle is certainly safer!
That is about as far from DT Phoenix living as you can get. Good on you for escaping. Deer carcass and all.
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