In 2000, when I was driving from Boise to Bend, OR with some friends for work, I hit a deer and totaled my car. I saw the deer (a few of them standing together) on the side of the road and slowed down, but one of the fuckers jumped at the last minute. It was completely unavoidable.
Nowadays, when I see one of those yellow signs with a deer on it warning of deer crossing, etc, I get sweaty palms and my heart starts racing. Lucky me, I live in the hills, near a lake (water for the fuckers) and on a windy fucking road, so every night when I'm driving home, I have a low grade panic attack. Super.
Oh, and whoever said that deer are most likely to be out at dusk and dawn has never driven the road to my house at 3am. I swear those assholes wait for me...I see them standing on the side of the road.


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