Back some 30 years ago (man that makes me feel old), I was at the Boy Scout High Adventure Sea Camp down in the Florida Keys. The scouts had a 300 acre island there that someone had donated, and they basically dropped you off for a week of camping on that island.
One of the first nights we were there, we grilled some steaks while observing the local Key deer that didn't seem to have any fear of humans. One of the scouts with us was a team roper, and we joked about lassoing a deer, cooking it up, and eating it.
Then we sat and watched in amazement as one of the deer walks straight through the middle of camp, snatches a steak right off of the table, looks around at everyone, then walks off like a boss.
That's when the fear kicked in; we were about to spend 6 nights on a small island with meat eating deer! Who is going to be eating whom now? Everyone watched their backs closely from that point on.