mn042: she’d also eat a squirrel
True story: when I was 6 years old, my grandmother and cousins and I found a baby deer in her garage. She wasn’t exactly thrilled, but to a couple 6 year olds and a 9 year old it was the best thing ever. We were forbidden to keep or treat it as a pet, but we named it Bambi and spent the next couple years watching this baby deer grow up on the other side of my grandparents’ property line. Aaaaat least until Bambi grew into the dick that most deer grow into, figured out how to bust into my grandparents’ very well paddocked garden (which they kind of needed to survive), and showed his friends how to do the same. Aaaaaaaand…well. Only one thing you can do at that point.
TL;DR: I know for a goddamned fact that Bambi’s delicious.
See you guys next week.
-Kat
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