so there's a decapitated deer in my front yard.

Really, there is. It's almost on the property line, but it's definitely in our yard, next to our electric box, about seven to eight feet (I'd guess) from the road, down a slope. From here it looks like it's sleeping, except I can see a bit of blood by where it's head should be, or still is? I can't tell if it's head is all the way intact but that must be where it got hit because the rest of its body is untouched. It's belly is bloated though, poor thing. But I didn't come here to gross you out. I came to express a few things I find ridiculous about this situation:

1) Who  hits a deer and leaves it in someone's yard? I assume whoever hit it placed it in our yard, unless the deer staggered backwards and laid down to die peacefully. After having it's head slammed off. Hmmm...

2) Who hits a deer and leaves it in someone's yard and doesn't call it in? When I called the police department they said no one had called in about hitting a deer. But someone had heard something about someone moving a deer.....?

3) The officer on duty, who I spoke to on the phone, told me I'd probably have to move the deer into the road, since they usually don't take deer out of people's yards. Um, what? Why not? You expect me to 1) touch this bloody bloated thing and 2) drag it up a 7-8 foot slope? I don't think it's physically possible for me to do that. Have you seen my arms? They're thisbig.

4) Probably the most ridiculous thing of all is that when I updated my Facebook status to say that there was a decapitated deer in my front yard, the side bar that suggests interests and things that relate to your post brought up "decapitation" as an interest. And 911 "like" it. Whoa.

Happy Friday, by the way. If you're on Facebook, make sure to "like" my new photography page (see the side bar to the right here). It's way cooler than decapitation. But only like it if you really like it. No fake stuff.