HoundBlog

I have a love-hate relationship with deer.

When I’m safely in the house, I love watching them meander through the yard, nibbling on grass and, when I’m really lucky, seeing the babies play. It’s so peaceful and relaxing to watch these outwardly gentle creatures.

Then there are times when I hate them. That’s when I’m behind the wheel of the car.

If you’re thinking “Oh no! She’s hit another deer!”, well you’re partially right. Actually, the deer hit ME. At least this time, the car is not totalled, although my nerves are.

I had just turned onto the “main street” from my driveway when some shadowplay caused me to hit the brakes and the deer plowed into the left front quarterpanel of the van. I wasn’t expecting to have to play dodge-the-deer quite just yet. That’s usually right after the time changes. They are creatures of habit and my work schedule usually has them still bedded down at 6:00 am, but this one was up and wandering for some reason.

She was knocked to the ground, got up and stumbled across the road into the pasture across from the people’s house whose yard she was grazing in when she decided to bolt back across the road. I don’t know how badly she was hurt and hope she was only dazed. I’m still nauseated from the thought of her having internal injuries or broken limbs and dying a slow, agonizing death. We don’t own a gun and I doubt seriously that I could actually take a life with one even if we did even under these circumstances. I’m sure Judy’s reading this and muttering what a pansy-ass her sister is. Yeah, I am.

Damage to the car seems to be minimal. A small dent beside the headlight is all I see. Ken, no doubt, will find anything else there is to find. I will try to bury myself in work today to get over the shakes I still have from the incident.

I hope YOUR day is less eventful than mine has been so far.

Love to all,

Pansy Ass