And you know there’s only one thing that could possibly make me feel that way!
It’s those stands of orange daylillies by the road–the ones I told you last year I was so pleased to see once more.
That’s what the rural suburbs leading out into the countryside were like, before the building boom of the 1980s. That’s when the deer freaked out and started eating everything in sight, developing a real taste for ornamental flowers.
Homeowners must now be taking to the roadside, deer-repellent in hand–with militant avidity.
Because I don’t think–pathetic fallacy be damned–that the creatures have really developed a strain of compassion toward flower-conscious humanity.
No, not after what we’ve done to their habitats.