In the last week, the air at night smells different and has been a little cooler. I think I have lived here long enough to sense the change of season coming on. Last night was actually cool enough to open the house.
As I lay in bed, I was pulled back from the brink of sleep by an unfamiliar noise coming through the open window. It took me a groggy moment to identify the sound. But then, I raced downstairs and outside, to where a fairly large deer stood eating my tomato plants. The confrontation gave me an adrenalin rush that kept me awake for a while.
This whole experience is bringing out a primal instinct in Kevin. He reported laying awake plotting ways to violently kill the deer-possibly in hand to hoof combat.
I fly out tomorrow to meet my parents at the NIH. I am worried about leaving Kevin unsupervised.