Deerly beloved

Yesterday, my husband saw a small girl riding her bike past our house. She stopped and waved at our neighbor's deer. To the best of our knowledge, it didn't wave back. Since I didn't see her, I'm also not sure if she was one of the girls who was petting the deer a couple weeks ago. For all I know, the deer may have some kind of device inside it that lures in all children within a certain radius and slowly enslaves them into a pint-sized army of destruction.

In only slightly less creepy news, F...