Nope. It crops up, now and then.
A couple of years back up here near Cleveland, people started finding dead deer in fields and woods, marked with orange spray paint. The news mentioned that some folks thought there was satanic goings-on, but eventually it turned out that the State DNR was marking all the deer they found for removal by sanitary crews.
I've gotta say, Joshua, that I'm not surprised that people though something strange was going on. Spray-painting a mark on dead deer for removal has got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever heard of. It has inspired a Slimey One-Act Play.
A Deer for Adonis by Slimey
Very early morning, the Civil Services Director at the County Sanitation HQ briefs his Crew Leaders about picking up dead deer at local parks. One Crew Leader, a burly, handsome, strapping felow who could be mistaken for a very virile chemist in Arizona, asks for further information.
Crew Leader: Boss, we gotta pick up every dead deer with an orange mark?
Super: Yup, that's right. You guys haul in every deer that has an orange mark on it.
Crew Leader: So what if we find a dead deer with no orange on it?
Super: Leave it there.
Crew Leader: But it will start stinkin', won't it? Someone will call it in and we'll jes have ta go back and get it later.
Super: Yeah. Da paperwerk sez deer with orange. See? It's right here! (Boss shows worker the form that says to pick up dead deer with orange paint.)
Later, on the Crew Leader's truck, the driver asks if there are any "specials" (anything outside the ordinary) that day:
Driver: Yo, Boss, where to first?
Crew Leader: Yah, we gotta stop at the hardware store for some orange paint.
Driver: What fer?
Crew Leader: Jes in case ya hit another deer in the park.
The curtain closes on the sanitation crew during a close-up on the strangely virile and handsome Crew Leader who could have been mistaken for a chemist in Arizona.
So, what have we learned? Right. Dead deer aren't really dead until someone spray-paints them!
