I spend a lot of time in or around the house. Sometimes moping, sometimes groping (well, that's not actually true it just rhymed) and often seeing deer outside. Sometimes they go and try to eat my father's plants. And I run out in my barefeet and yell 'shoo!, shoo!' and usually they don't really shoo as much as walk unconvincingly away. Sometimes I throw rocks at them...not to hit them just to give them a little more incentive to get the hell out of the garden.
They have very little shame.
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