Bleeting bambis!

Bambis are evil. EVIL I tell you!
Staring at you with their glowing little beady eyes, breaking down every single cell in your body until you're a puddle of yuck on the floor!

Well, not really.

But they can be frightening. Especially if it's 1 a.m. and you're up reading because you can't put away the new Shopaholic book, and suddenly there's a loud noise and you think there's someone in the room with you (in addition to sleeping boyfriend who grinds his teeth) and your initial thought is that you're only wearing panties (insert pervvy google hits paranoia here)and how embarassing that would be if it was a burglar, and THEN you realize the noise is coming from right outside the window, and you remember that this is bat Bambi country and it's more likely to be a bleeting deer than a burglar. You try to wake boyfriend to make him scare the Bambi away, but he's not conscious and you prod him once more to no use. After listening intently for a minute for kronsheing sounds, you put on the closest sweater, just in case it really is a burglar, get out of bed and peek through the blinds. And there's the culprit, a white-bummed Bambi staring at you. You try to shoo it away, but the Bambi just stares at you, considering that you might be yummy food and you think "Oh well, I need to keep reading anyway, to find out if that Venetia Carter woman really is evil or if it's all in Becky's head" and you go back to bed and read another hour before falling asleep.