We do have a dog, right? So the other day, #1 Daughter was visiting, and she pointed over my shoulder, and there were two deer not 10 feet from where we were standing.

I tried to take a snappy, but I had to try it through the window, and then I tried to make it more visible in The Gimp, so I hope you can see them.

Where’s Joe? Well, see, he’s like a ninja. Silent. Invisible. Creeeeeeping up on his prey with nobody even realizing he’s there.

Yeah.

After a few minutes, when nobody came out and shot their mothers or anything Disney like that, the deer got bored and wandered back into the woods.

Deeply impressive, Joe. Deeply, deeply impressive.

I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on the subject of a soup of which I’m strangely fond. No, not venison stew.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Explain the strange case of what the dog did in the night-time. Or didn’t do.

MA