It happened so fast I couldn’t react. One minute I was driving home in the dark on a two-lane road through the woods. The next I heard a crash, more like a crunch, and looked to see the head of a deer in the passenger window. And just like that it was gone.
The insurance agent offered his condolences for the damage to the car. He said most people think deer are pests. I watch them out the back window of our house almost every day, foraging on the hill, and consider them graceful creatures who belong here as much as we do. Just not in the road, playing dodgeball with cars. Or spreading ticks.
For some reason I wasn’t worried about the damage. I told the agent we can fix the car, not the deer.
I know, I’ve been watching too much Disney.