"You're not going to believe what just happened," she said. "My son came home and found a truck parked half in our yard and half in the street. The truck didn't appear to have a driver, but someone had put the dead deer in the bed of the truck.
"[My son] looked around for a minute to try to find the driver but didn't turn anyone up, so he came inside the house and called me. We wondered if [my husband] might have sent someone over to pick up the deer, and we were talking about that possibility when [my son] walked over and peeked through the blinds to see if the truck's driver had showed up.
"About the time [my son] looked out the window, he saw a guy jump out of the bushes near the house, hop into the truck and drive away. Can you believe that?"
I laughed and said, "It sounds like someone was hungry for a little roadkill."
"Ew. Would the meat be any good?"
"Well, the deer had been dead only a few hours on a cool, rainy day, so chances are the meat hadn't had an opportunity to spoil," I replied. "I figure that guy will have the carcass gutted and cut up within a couple of hours, so he should be OK."
"Well, he sure saved me and my family some hassle," she said. "I just wish he'd given us a chance to thank him!"
Later, my wife and I received a text message from her:
"Maybe I should put a sign up on [the highway] if this ever happens again."
"Yeah, the sign could say, 'Fresh road-killed deer, free to anyone willing to carry it away.'"