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Saw a deer last night.

Yeah, read it again... SAW A DEER LAST NIGHT.

For everyone back home in South Georgia - I know what you're thinking - big hairy deal. See 'em all the time right? Prefer not to see them unless it's deer season as they cause mucho damage to cars, trucks, and even vans as my Uncle Roy can verify.

But let me just remind you that I am currently in Los Angeles. LA. The city. Cars, buildings, lights.

Thus far, the wildest of wildlife I have seen has been the two resident skunks, Pepe and Flower. And that doesn't count the frog-shaped rock that nearly cost me a broken ankle.

I saw a deer. A DEER. And it wasn't some lost Bambi. This doe was big enough to stand taller than the cars it walked past. Yep. It was walking down the street. A PAVED street, mind you.

I was valet parking on a mountain-side in Pacific Palisades and one of our girls came running down the hill waving her hands madly and looking over her shoulder. "A deer!" she shouted.

I laughed. I figured it was a big dog she'd seen. A man had been by earlier walking a big, chocolate Lab.

And then... the deer turned the corner running down the street behind her.

I about fainted.

There it was... this nice-sized doe just deer-hopping down the lane.

The other girl was terrified. She was out of breath and panicked.

Long story short - I retrieved the car for her from the top of the hill, braving facing the deer. No biggie. I knew the deer would run from me before anything else. Besides, it was a DEER. It's like running from a bunny rabbit.

Later, I asked her why she was so scared. She said she kept picturing that television show called - When Wildlife Attacks - or something like that.

I knew exactly what video clip she was visualizing... the one where the moronic "deer hunter" sprays himself with doe urine and then gets pommeled by a buck while his genius wife stands by taping the entire fiasco. I explained to her that the man in that scene was not the best example of human life. Didn't faze her. She still refused to go back up that hill.

Pretty wild, though. I saw a deer in LA. That's like seeing a moose in Florida.