I almost forgot to mention yesterday's most interesting-part-of-my-day story. When I came into work Monday, one of the first conversations I overheard was something about clearing all the deer out of the building. By the sounds of the conversation it was meant to be humorous, but based in fact, and not just a joke. So I asked around and sure enough, at some time between 4AM and 7Am Saturday morning, a young stag had broken into the building at which I work.
The structure itself is long and single-story. Its divided up into four distinct sections we refer to as suites A through D. All of the windowed offices are at ground level, and in most suites, the windows go from floor (or ground if you are on the outside) to ceiling. Presumably this buck was wandering around on the company lawn when it saw its own reflection in the dark windows. Assuming a challenger had arrived on its turf, it charged directly at its foe, head down. Of course, this particular buck had very recently molted its antlers (it is winter after all), and so it hit its window-opponent with its bare forehead. The double-paned window shattered and the deer careened onward into an office in Suite A, cutting itself up very badly in the process. Consequently, the regulatory affairs director's office was quickly trashed as the deer bucked and bled all over the office. Fortunately the door was open, so the buck proceeded into the main lobby of Suite A where it continued to track blood all over the carpets and eventually into the taste testing room we use for, well, taste-testing things. Here it decided to shake some of the blood off of its hide (thereby distributing it all over the ceiling tiles and walls), and lie down for a rest.
At around 7AM, someone came by the company to get some weekend work done. They saw the smashed window in the front of the building and presumed the worst. The cops arrived shortly therafter and entered the building through the smashed window. Upon seeing the blood everywhere, guns were drawn. They eventually followed the blood to the taste testing room where they were relieved to see a dying deer rising up on wobbly legs. As animal control doesn't work weekends in this county, the cops had a new problem, getting the deer out of the building. They managed to coax it out of the taste testing room, but they could not get it to move out of the Suite A lobby. The poor deer just kept circling the desks in the middle of the lobby, spilling more and more blood. Finally one of the cops manged to grab the deer by the head and wrestle its weak body through the nearest door. Once outside, it was euthanized with a 9mm bullet.
By the time I arrived on the scene on Monday to survey the damage, the facilities coordinator had managed to tear up most of the sections of carpet and ceiling tiles where the blood had been spattered, and had disinfected the walls. The whole suite smelled like a veterinarin's office. The entryway leading to the door that the cops had dragged the deer through was the only part of the building that still retained a strong musky odor of angry, wounded buck.
None of the damage will interrupt the normal workday for anyone, despite how bitterly our facilities manager complains about it (he seems to hate his job no matter what comes up) and it will only cost a minor sum for repair. However, with all the development and new buildings around this town, I can't help but feel like this was nature's lame attempt at thrashing us back. A hurricaine would have been a more effective choice I think.
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