Where I used to live, one morning my neighbors told me a fawn had gotten hit in the road just a little while ago. I asked eagerly, "Where is it now?!" They were saying, huh, what, we called animal control to haul away the carcass. I was crestfallen. They never responded to dinner invitations after that. Don't know why. But since mentioning this story, my sister-in-law insists she'll want to see the packages the meat came if I ever cook dinner.
