Deer
A deer almost hit us yesterday. We were coming home from the movies, (Bridge to Teribithia, very sad movie, very true to the book, though I remember some differences, I think...)
I saw the deer just a split second before it leaped out. Scott slammed on the brakes, the tires squeeled, and we came within a foot (I'm not exagerating) of this running deer which then bounded out of the road.
That's the kind of thing that my brain just disconnects from; I don't think I was even as shaken up as Scott, but I'm very very relived and happy that we did not hit it; I'm so happy Scott is such an alert driver. If I had been driving, I think that deer would have been through our windshield. Shards of glass propelled by a heavy mass of tough flesh and hard, sharp bones would have really ruined our day. I have nightmares about trying to drive.
I saw the deer just a split second before it leaped out. Scott slammed on the brakes, the tires squeeled, and we came within a foot (I'm not exagerating) of this running deer which then bounded out of the road.
That's the kind of thing that my brain just disconnects from; I don't think I was even as shaken up as Scott, but I'm very very relived and happy that we did not hit it; I'm so happy Scott is such an alert driver. If I had been driving, I think that deer would have been through our windshield. Shards of glass propelled by a heavy mass of tough flesh and hard, sharp bones would have really ruined our day. I have nightmares about trying to drive.