I still haven't forgiven the neighborhood deers for the massacre on my front yard. I briefly considered learning archery and sleeping outside in the front yard.
Instead, I got my hair cut.
And kept it.
Human hair is a deer repellant. There is a plastic Target bag in my mud room with my hair in it that's making it's way to the garden.
I'm not sure if that's awesome or gross. I'm not sure I care. Billy Jean and the Jackson Five (it's much easier to name plants instead of remember what they're called) are making a comeback.