Decades ago as a boy scout, we were camping at their "high adventure sea base" down in the Keys. We were just beginning our 6 nights camping on a small island and having a great time.
The mood changed dramatically when we watched a Key deer enter camp, take a steak off the table, and walk away like a boss. I mean, who wants to be trapped on a small island with meat eating deer!?! We knew we had to watch our backs from that point on.