Bambi, Re-mastered.

The house we were hunting after took us to this place nestled within miles of trails, a water-shed preserve and of course suburban living at its best- manicured open spaces, gleaming play-sets and the like.

After showing us around their pride and joy, (which they ready to part with for a 200% profit), the sellers took us around to the backyard. Oh look! There’s a rabbit nibbling at the grass right there. I round the corner and am face-to-face with a deer! Ok, well probably face-to-horn. That was a deal-breaker right there and as we drove out of that community I said to myself, “Never again”

Couple of years later, I’m relating this incident at work when an all-American gal starts giggling. “I can’t believe you’re afraid of a deer in your backyard. It’s almost surreal” “I would have wrestled it to the ground and had venison for dinner”, says another. Yes, that last one was rather disturbing, but we won’t go there.

So now I’m known at work as “the girl who’s afraid of bambi”. My efforts to portray the deer in question as a lean, mean, horned kicking-machine are shrouded by the laughter that ensues.