I tend to be one of the unpopular people in our wee part of the world because the deer out here are like freakin' rodents on stilts. They eat EVERYTHING they're not supposed to with the exception of lavender.
They destroyed my tulips.

My housing association rigged the entire neighborhood, so I had to get rid of my chickens.

I digressed, I went from deer to poultry -- my point is that I am looking forward to the Port Townsend Venision Company opening up during the zombie apocalypse.

Oh, and I call shotgun.
No, seriously ... I get the front seat.