This moose will KILL you and everyone you love.

The first time we went to New England, John FREAKED out each time I tried to pull over and take a picture of one of these signs.

Not a scared-of-traffic-zooming-by kind of freak out. It was more like a phase he seemed to be going through for the precise duration of that weekend. I would flip my signal and slow down and he would scream and, like, flap around. Kind of an annoying affectation, you know?


I mentioned this to him this most recent time around. He drew a blank.