I was at work, sitting in the habitrail guardshack, and watching a buck act completely out of his mind during the rut.
He stood on the yellow line in the road at the end of the truck exit.
Itself rather odd, but his behavior beyond that was fascinating.
He flared his nostrils, bulged his eyes out, squeaked, snorted, lowered his rack, and challenged every single vehicle that drove by.
Most people were smart enough to continue on without stopping.
All except for the idiot in the Green Jeep Grand Cherokee.
He had on a partway unbuttoned polo shirt, cargo shorts, and Birkenstock slippers.
He stopped his vehicle, and honked.
The buck let out this enraged huff, then started racking the crap out of the nose of the Jeep.
The driver JUMPS OUT OF HIS VEHICLE, starts flapping his arms and shrieking about the vicious man eating deer.
He then figures out that standing outside with an enraged buck was not a good idea and gets back into his now damaged and steaming Jeep.
And instead of putting it in gear and shoving the buck, he puts it in reverse, flaps his arms limply, screams, and floors it.
The buck chased him.
Fifteen minutes later, the buck was back and twice as insufferable.
He even put rack to a truck trailer as the driver made his turn out of the truck exit.
On my way home from work, I made certain the buck was occupied with someone else before I tried to venture past him.
Beat the heck out of her car. Fortunately for her, she had enough sense to stay inside it, and let the car take the beating.