First I called and spoke to a man at LA's dead animal removal, and it seems, thanks to budget cuts, cleaning up dead animals isn’t a big priority, so 24 hours later Bambi is half eaten and still in my driveway.
As if things have not been crazy enough I tell my sister and she wants to know if there's any meat that can be salvaged for her to cook! Yuck!! My daughter screams with disappointment that she isn't here to see it. She wants the skull! She explains how I should bury it, let nature decompose it, and then she could come and dig it up and use it as a model for her drawings. OMG...
It's past 4:30 and I resign myself to the fact that the animal pick up men won’t be coming today. I’m happy rain is in the forecast and I can count on nature to clean up some of the mess.I spend the night listening to coyotes howling in search of their kill, and just hope it will be gone by morning.
Just when I think it’s over…here comes another friendly neighbor. I open the door to her yelling at me “The deer is in front of my car now, and your gardeners put him there!” Really! All I can get out is “Please don’t yell at me, I’m sure the gardeners didn't put the deer in front of your car, because the gardeners just like every other man on this street – including your husband – don’t want to touch the deer!" I’m sure the coyotes were just trying to drag it off so they can finish eating him, in the canyon, where they live which is behind her house!
And, why is it my deer? I didn't kill it, my animals didn’t kill it, the coyotes aren't mine and now it’s not even in my driveway. Seems to me at this moment it must be her deer!
But, yes, I ask the gardeners to move the deer remains from in front of her car.