Gone Huntin'

It's no secret that here, around Cleveland, there is an extreme overpopulation of deer. Where Jeff and I are living, there are no real wooded areas. There aren't even really suburbs per-say. So when you see a deer, which happens quite often, they are basically walking down the middle of the street or through someones front lawn.

I've seen it often. Running along with Shea, no worries, only to end up nearly nose-to-nose with Bambi. I've been told it's mating season and to watch my precious puppy. He could be prime meat for horny deer.

If you look closely there is a deer in the driveway.
I know the picture sucks, give me a break, I was running.

So today, I was not surprised when I heard of a deer being hit in front of a home I work at. The deer survived the hit (probably because nobody in Cleveland drives faster than 25 miles per hour), but he was hurt pretty badly. The police were called to check on the scene, which was simply a mangled deer laying in the front yard of this particular home.

The police came and made an executive decision upon their arrival at the scene. This deer, mangled, but still alive, needed to be put out of it's misery. They took matters into their own hands, took out their guns, and shot the deer dead, right there in the front yard. 

With that, there was quite the mess. While the cops took part in cleaning up the mess, so did some housing staff. Therefore, we are pretty sure that the employees of the week are set are stone.