TampaSupremo
Hellbent for Glory-land
So, I'm eating breakfast at work when I get my first call of the day (for those who don't know, I'm a po-lice).
Caller advises that a deer jumped through a window into his office.
Um, what? I work in an urban county bordering Atlanta.
So I go to the location which is a dental office in a business complex. Sure enough, the front window is broken and the cleaning crew is telling me they saw it jump through the glass into the building. The dentist is there and I get him to unlock the door.
I'm already a little nervous about coming face-to-face with a wounded, cornered animal, but duty is duty so I go inside. The alarm suddenly goes off which almost makes me crap myself but I keep it together while I poke around.
I clear a corner and find myself looking at the hindparts of a doe standing in one of the cleaning rooms. Of course, this sends it into a panic and it makes some kind of sketchy deer noise and starts flailing around because it's trying to get traction on a hardwood floor.
Anyway, the folks outside get a chuckle when the big badass po-lice comes sprinting out of the office and doesn't stop until he's halfway in the parking lot.
Before animal control got there, the deer ran out of the office, slammed it's head into an iron railing, then booked it into the woodline. It seemed to be ok other than a cut somewhere that dripped in the building.
I thought it was odd, anyway.
TampaSupremo
Caller advises that a deer jumped through a window into his office.
Um, what? I work in an urban county bordering Atlanta.
So I go to the location which is a dental office in a business complex. Sure enough, the front window is broken and the cleaning crew is telling me they saw it jump through the glass into the building. The dentist is there and I get him to unlock the door.
I'm already a little nervous about coming face-to-face with a wounded, cornered animal, but duty is duty so I go inside. The alarm suddenly goes off which almost makes me crap myself but I keep it together while I poke around.
I clear a corner and find myself looking at the hindparts of a doe standing in one of the cleaning rooms. Of course, this sends it into a panic and it makes some kind of sketchy deer noise and starts flailing around because it's trying to get traction on a hardwood floor.
Anyway, the folks outside get a chuckle when the big badass po-lice comes sprinting out of the office and doesn't stop until he's halfway in the parking lot.
Before animal control got there, the deer ran out of the office, slammed it's head into an iron railing, then booked it into the woodline. It seemed to be ok other than a cut somewhere that dripped in the building.
I thought it was odd, anyway.
TampaSupremo
