A old hippie I knew decades ago, told me about how he did a grow in some thickets in the Santa Cruz mountains.
40 years ago?
A deer found it one night and happily stripped all the lush leaves off, munching it all up.
Then the deer fell over, terribly intoxicated, and spent hours just kicking about in circles, unable to stand up!
Poor thing!
When the old hippie visited his patch, all he found were broken stalks in a swirly mud wallow, like a tiny tornado had wiped him out...