I have always had a hard time operating human buildings, and Harriman Hall is no exception to this, no sir. Obviously, I have no fingers, but I was hoping the doors would be a bit lighter than they actually were. Unfortunately, I couldn’t nudge my way through. So what was a deer to do? I looked around the building and luckily enough, my class was on the first floor, just a hop and a skip away.
Ellen Wexler drops a heavy cardboard box on her coffee table and starts unpacking. Out come brochures blaring, “Too many deer means too many ticks!” and a blue T-shirt emblazoned, “Long Island is ticked off & sick of being sick!”…