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I've been expanding my garden over the last several years and as a result it has come to the attention of the local deer population that tasty treats are to be found there. Usually it's not a problem as I always plant extra, knowing the local critters have to make a living too. Sometimes it even special, like the time twin fawns came up to my young boy who was sitting at the picnic table to make his acquaintance, while their mother maintained a discreet distance nearby. There had been one miscreant buck that went a bit too far and began clearing whole swaths of veggies at a time. I had contemplated extreme measures but his greed got the best of him. A couple of evenings ago, there was a knock at the door. It was the local sheriff letting us know that we might hear a few gunshots, as the errant buck, in his haste to have an early dinner, was struck by a car in front of our house and was too badly injured and had to be put down. I had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I felt bad that he had been killed, but on the other, it was a relief to know, that in these difficult times, my family would not suffer a shortage from the garden.
Nature imitates deregulation.
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