Deer Bambi, I Hate you...

Here they are. The damage pictures of my head on collision with a deer. A very big deer, to be specific. This happened about a week ago, but I was just too lazy and tired to put up a blog post about it... so here we are.

I was driving to where my dad was staying (Donald's for family member readers) in IA, because to be frank, I hardly ever see him. While I was driving down the interstate at the speed limit of 65, I was abruptly stopped by a very large buck with a very large set of antlers.














This is how it happened.

Second 1: Driving down the night covered road, singing along (in a mocking tone) to Dionne Warwick's Do You Know The Way to San Jose, which plagues me continually by playing every time I turn the radio on to an oldies station.
(at this time I would suggest you find that song on YouTube or some other internet site, and play it while you read this.)

Second 2: As I'm watching the road and road signs for where I am (I'm a bit lost by the way) the corner of my eye sees a big brown blur dart out of the blackness that surrounds my car.

Second 3:

I watch the blur become a deer.

I lightly press down on the brakes, remembering that I'm going 65 and that slamming on my already bad brakes could have terrible consequences.

The deer hits the side of my car.

I hear someone, I realize it was me, yell, "FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!"

It somehow bounces in front of the car and the left front of my car hits the deer.

His head jerks toward my car.

His antlers lunge toward the windshield.

My eye focuses on the tip of the antler realizing that it is headed right toward my left eye.

Thoughts of blindness, brain damage, and death flash through my mind as I realize the point it going to come through the windshield and into my eye.

The antler hits the windshield.

Second 4:

It doesn't come through.

But I hear a large crack as a second antler point hits the bottom of the windshield and a small spiderweb of lines flow across the bottom of the glass.

The deer somehow runs away and is gone.

I pull my car to the shoulder as I smell a nasty odor.

I notice some smoke coming out my car's hood.

The sound Dionne Warwick's slowly fades away as the song ends.

[If you want to check under the hood, please turn to page 148.]


I pop the hood and walk around to the front shouting a sting of obscenities as I go, and lift up the hood, hoping it's not something bad.

It turns out a vacuum hose was knocked loose. I fix it, and get back into my car.


This event was the worst of that night by far, but there was many more bad things to come.

I will update this post in a day or two, and explain the rest of the night, or just make a new post.


Laurel