So this has been a terrible day. I headed out this morning to go get myself a sandwich for lunch, only to end up killing Bambi. Literally maybe 100 feet down the road from the house a deer runs out into the street in front of me. I hit the breaks, but not fast enough. I hit the deer head on, and watched it literally fly into the air and off to the side of the road.
I had to turn around and come back, someone behind me had stopped and called the police already. So I had to sit around and wait. The terrible thing was the deer was still alive and just kept looking at me, like it knew I had killed it. The cops came and took down my info. They then had to stop all traffic and shoot the deer! Uhg, it made me sick to my stomach.
The car, miraculously, wasn’t damaged at all. Of course the huge irony in all of this is that the family had been battling with the township for years over the deer problem in the area and on the farm. The deer were destroying entire crops year after year, and the township wasn’t willing to help as they didn’t want to look like the bad guys, the deer killers. There were even huge protests last year over the idea that the deer might be hunted on the farm. Eventually the farm was able to get funding and put a fence up all around the place to keep the deer out, but this of course just means they become everyone else’s problem. Needless to say, 100 feet from the farm, I’m the one who ends up running into a deer!
It’s no one’s fault though, it was just an accident, so don’t beat yourself up too much over it…