The other day a deer came up pretty close to the window and started munching on the bush. He had been eating some liriope grass that I was hoping he'd continue grazing on because it's out of control. Hubby told the deer, "Hey go eat more of the grass." He didn't listen.
But then the deer noticed Smeagol, who had been staring at him the whole time he was chewing on the bush.
"Hey what are you staring at? Can't a guy eat in peace?"