**Disclaimer: Graphic photo of dead deer in this post.**
If our next door neighbors didn’t hate us before this weekend, they do now.
Scott will be bowing down to me for several weeks after the stunt he pulled this weekend. He’s still on a giddy high from shooting one of the biggest bucks of his life. But that’s normal.
This. This is not normal:
It is what you think it is. A deer. The head is to the right. He hoisted this thing from our deck while I was distracted by KSU football and beer.
Not to sound like a naggy wife here but to totally sound like a naggy wife – SCOTT!! Really? If I were our neighbor and stepped outside and saw THAT. I would scream, run inside and hide. I would pray that dead animal hanging up from the back of the house was a Halloween prop. I would seriously avoid any contact with the fear farm neighbors.
Scott might as well climb to the roof, rip his shirt off, fist pump his chest and let out a barbaric roar towards the woods behind us. Wait, I shouldn’t give him any photo op ideas.
I told Scott this had to go. Immediately. The home association is writing up the next amendment –
“No dead carcasses hanging from homes. What is wrong with you, you effing hillbillies.“
He listened. He dropped what was left of the deer on the farm he hunts on. That deer can go back to the earth and not hanging in front of our window.
I truly believe this is why God blessed him with two daughters – his testosterone levels needs to come down a notch. Oh wait.