Last year I was driving along when I spotted a young deer (either a doe or a re, but not a me, because I was the me) standing on the side of the road. I stopped my car, because I wasn’t sure if it would bound out in front of me. It looked at me and I looked at it, for a few seconds. Finally, I gave it the “go ahead and cross” courtesy wave. I thought “Idiot! The deer doesn’t know what that wave means!”
Nevertheless, the deer slowly crossed the road, like it understood exactly what I meant. Now I think I’m a deer whisperer. Or possibly an idiot, as I first thought.