Ok, the deer started it. You can blame Psycho Deer for the fact that this post has nothing to do with running.
It's been about 6 weeks since this deer knocked me on my big ole bumper car when I was out running on my trail. Yep, I had to whine and tell you about it because it was the second weirdest thing that has happened to me while running. But, I then I read a string of other people who had the met with the same fate and thought, hey -ok, weird nature quirk - no biggie.
So about a week later, I am running on my trail and I see this deer watching me run. Not just a chance one time, but a couple times. And not the usual look you get from a deer where they look fast and run or stand like a stupid statue and then run, but this was more like the head nod, "hey/what's up - yep, still stalking you, better watch your back" kinda look. I shook it off and decided I was becoming cuckoo in my head.
Then another week goes by and 3 out of the 5 times I pull in my driveway this crazy deer is hanging around by our front entrance. Again, just stlurking (stalking/lurking). If it had thumbs to pull a long piece of grass and put that (or a cigarette) in its mouth - I am sure it would have done that to accompany its menacing stare.
So now - I tell my husband that I am pretty sure we have a lurking, stalking, crazy deer somewhere on our property. He sighs and doesn't even acknowledge my official reports. I remind him of his duty to protect and serve and he rolls his eyes. I guess protection against hoodlum wildlife is on the wee edge of his deputy sheriff duties.
Well, a couple more times over the last few weeks, the deer and I play a cat/mouse game on the trail. My dog Buddy is always with me and I can tell he doesn't care for this deer and they even start chasing each other during some of my runs. After one particularly weird run, I am standing on the porch of my house, looking out of our front yard and this deer walks out of the tree line, takes a few steps toward me and lingers. Ok, now I am freaked out.
Later that night my husband opens the dinner conversation with, "hey, what's up with some deer and Buddy". He tells me the story of how this deer continually reappeared around him as he worked on various things on our property and how Buddy and this deer would chase each other across the front of our property. At one point, he said he was working on some electrical stuff and "felt a presence". He turned around, and yes, you guessed it, there was that deer. Ahh - I feel a wash of sanity coming over me. I know I can add a drop of sarcasm and dash of exaggeration to make a point. But, my husband, he is as honest as they come. It is official - we are the proud owners of the world's craziest deer.
And what are we going to do about it? Nothing. It is a joke, albeit a nervous-laugh-kinda-joke, with our family. Last night as we pulled into our driveway after a trip from ice cream, there was the deer, just making sure we know it is still stlurking. My 7 year old son pipes up from the back set, "hey mom, there is your cyclone deer."
After I stopped laughing, I said, "son, it is our 'psycho' deer, not 'cyclone' deer." But as I am not an Iowa State University fan, I did let him know the terms could be used interchangeably.
Photo of deer by suhail ixe
Photo of deer crossing by TooFarNorth
Photo of crazy once by pluginbaby
Photo of cyclone fans by nat-chan