THE ONE WITH THE DEER
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So, this past weekend Rob and I went up to our little cabin in the woods for a much-needed break. It was late on Friday by the time we headed up there, and we were on some desolate backroads in the pitch dark. At one point, Rob said, “I’m going slow because there are a lot of deer out here.” No sooner had he said that when we saw a glowy pair of eyes in the bushes. Rob slowed waaaaay down and then, suddenly, the deer came galloping out of the bushes and started heading straight for us. Rob pulled the car way over to the side of the road to avoid the deer, but I think it was Cujo deer or something. It was after us. We were almost at a complete stop when — wham — the deer smacked into the side of the car.
Rob and I kind of looked at each other for a second, and I of course pictured a dead, mangled deer on the road and a crumpled left-side of the car. But neither of those things happened. Like a bad hangover, the deer shook it off and trotted on. And my car was fine, save for a couple little indentations and a few tufts of deer fur stuck to the door. So I guess Rob and I are, like, the two people in America who have been hit by a deer, versus the other way around. Why is this not surprising to me?
After we recovered from being practically run off the road by Bambi, we were able to have a blast at the cabin. Amos, too. Here’s a picture of him, running around and being silly. Like the beagle he is.
Yay fall!
October 17th, 2007 at 4:45 pm
The boy from Southern California asks: What are woods? Just kidding. But now I do get to use the expression: caught like a young YA writer and her filmmaker husband in the headlights. How cool is that?
Hope things are going well. I enjoy your blog.
Dan from San Diego
November 11th, 2007 at 3:27 am
As weird as it sounds, the experience of “car hit by deer” instead of the other way around isn’t so unusual — I hope it doesn’t bum you out to know you aren’t the first people to get stalked by Bambi, but really, after writing police reports at a newspaper in northern Michigan, I know that sometimes deer do way more than staring at the headlights.