thoughts on deer

We grow up with this image of deer as cute, innocent wildlife who frolic in the meadows amongst the butterflies. They would never hurt a fly. What a bunch of crap! I can't even count the number of times I've had to slam on my brakes or swerve off the road to avoid hitting those adorable bastards. They're suicidal maniacs, darting out in front of cars, causing accidents, taking lives. They are the kamikaze agents of the animal underworld, hellbent on destroying humanity, one car at a time. I no longer cry when Bambi's mother is shot by the humter. I'm a little ticked off that he let Bambi go free.
I remember once, in like the late 80's, on a snowy day a deer wandered into our yard. My mom was so excited she ran and got the camcorder so that she could videotape the phenomemon. What we didn't realize at the time was that deer was just a spy, staking out the surrounding area and taking note of the number of houses, cars, children, etc. I'm surprised he didn't run off to gather his deer friends and stage a coup.
Some fear the Muslims taking over. Some fear alien invasion. But, I say that if we are wise, we will not take for granted the real threat: deer.