Oh Deer

The front of my car started shaking when I stop after going at least 30 mph. Time to go in to the shop!

So how do I get to go to work? Ah, daddy's car! The nice, new, pretty car that beeps angrily if you switch lanes without using your turn signal. The car that comes with the unspoken label, "You had better drive safe!"

I am about to turn on the feeder road to get on to I-35 when I see something out of the corner of my right eye. I can't see anything when I turn my head and look so I step on the gas...

I hit something.

It gets up and tries to continue running across the street, but it is so startled, as am I, that it falls in the middle of the two lanes to my left.

Oh my... Deer! I hit a baby deer, hence why I could not see it in front of daddy's car. It somehow makes it across four lanes of traffic and in to the woods on the other side.

I had to sit in an hour and a half of traffic feeling like a baby deer killer. I don't like to hurt animals or see hurt animals, so I am still feeling guilty about this one.