I'm Gonna Get You!

The other day I was singing a little song, hopping along (as I often do when it's warm and I'm in Tennessee) to the mail box when I saw six deer all hanging out. I withdrew, got my camera and then came back out and chased them away. Do not judge me. I made sure that no more cars were coming and they like to eat my father's garden and a good number of pretty flowers and whatnot. Plus they taste good. Just kidding. Except that I'm not.