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.
Last night, I helped A. corral Donnie the Ram so A. could give him a shot of penicillin.
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.