I wish I only had to worry about coons and boids ~_~ My mom lives just outside of town (and the city itself barely qualifies as 'urban' to begin with), in an area where there are plenty of deer. One learns quickly to stop for those, as even a wee one can turn your ride into so much scrap metal, literally just by standing there. One of my first times gong to her house, a deer crossed in front of me (Yes, I stopped!), and there were two or three others on its originating side, just kinda staring at me. I double-flashed my headlights at them, and they promptly crossed


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