"I'm sorry I'll have to call you back. Something terrible is about to happen."
I got off the phone, popped a xanax, and called my mother.
"Oh hi honey! I was just watching a report about an accident on the Van Wyck! You're not calling from the Van Wyck are you? Oh my god you are! I KNEW SOMETHING LIKE THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TODAY! I FOUND A DEAD BIRD ON THE DECK!!!"
"Mom. Mom! MOM!!! I'm not on the Van Wyck!"
"What is it then? I just put dinner on the table. FRANK, LET'S EAT!"
Frank is Mom's boyfriend. He is a vegan, even more excitable than she is, and violently opposed to hunting or killing of any kind. The dude picks up stink bugs he finds in the house and tenderly puts them back outside.
"Mom, have you looked outside recently?"
"Frank just went outside to grill portabellos. Why?"
At this moment, Frank came storming into the house. The door slammed, then slammed again. I could hear him yelling incoherently and throwing what could only be portabello mushrooms against the wall. Mom of course also started screaming in response. But I knew what the problem was. They live across the street and he must have seen what I saw.
A deer, strung by the hind feet, gutted, still steaming and hanging from his brand new neighbor's front yard tree.
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The image is mine of the closest thing to a deer hanging from a tree that I have in my phone. At least it has mushrooms in it.