I just planted some flowers on the hill behind my house and today I looked out and this deer is stuffing her fat face with everything she can find.  I kept yelling, “Go away! This is not a buffet!” She didn’t even look up. So I barked, trying to sound like a coyote and not a chihuahua, and she finally looked up, still chewing, as if to say, “What’s all the racket? Can you hold it down,  I’m trying to have lunch here.”