Ya know, we had a bull moose come by one night and eat all my day lilies in one sitting. (or standing?) Guess that didn't quite satisfy him, because he came back the next night and chewed the stumps right down to the ground. Destructive bastard he was. Another day, I was chasing one of my dogs up the street and I glanced out back, and there were these four long legs coming down from the branches of the apple tree next to the back door. I figured they had to be attached to something, and it turned out to be a big cow. Maybe Shaquille O'Neal could have looked that critter right in the eye, but I would have had to stand on a ladder. All the neighbors came over, and we all stood there staring at the moose, and the moose stared right back. I can't say the moose was particularly impressed, but I sure as hell was. The animal got out of the yard by knocking down a wire fence like it was a spiderweb. No, I didn't try to stop her.
