I got ran over by a reindeer coming home from a basketball game last night. I don’t know if Santa and his team were making a trial run or what …but before I knew it—SMASH—I had collide with a deer.
I live in an area where deer are always present from dusk until dawn. Everyone knows to drive with caution. We’ve also discovered their crossing habits as well. If you see one deer that usually means several more are to follow. In addition, it appears that the Buck (the man deer) brings up the rear. He allows the women and children to cross first. Then if they make it, he crosses. Hummmm???
Anyhoo, it’s pitch dark on the back roads of TN at night. I could hardly see the curvy road ahead of me so I was driving slowly with my eyes glued to the road. Then all of a sudden, a deer darts into my path just ahead. A pickup truck on the opposite side of the road comes to a screeching stop. I, too, slam on the breaks and instantly begin to slide sideways. This isn’t good. I’m thinking to myself. I had three options: hit the truck; hit the deer, or go into the ditch.
The deer lost.
Upon impact, the deer flipped up and over the top of my car!!! I’m not kidding y’all! When the car came to a stop, I just sat there. Eventually, the truck driver got out of his car to see if I was ok. I was—praise Jesus—just a bit shaken.
I got out of my car to see how much damage had occurred. There were lots of deer hair stuck to the front of my little white convertible and a crack in the bumper. I barely got a look when we heard the deer moving in the ditch below.
“Oh, no, He’s still alive!” I shouted. About that time, I spotted big daddy deer and family peering at us through the trees. Fearing they were planning an attack, the truck driver and I got back into our cars.
Once I arrived home, I phoned the police and reported the accident. They came out to—let’s just say—take care of the suffering deer.
I’m wondering…does this put me on Santa’s bad list?