There is nothing that causes more anxiety for me than the possibility of hitting a deer. I would rather drive on ice, torrential downpours and/or a bus full of screaming babies, then run the risk of hitting a deer. I think it’s the fear of the unknown…oh and the fact that they can kill you.
And it’s not like deer rarely happen. Those fuckers are everywhere, all the time, 24/7. I see dead deer on the side of the highway, north of downtown and I’m like, “Where did you even come from? It’s nothing but crack houses for the next 2 miles. Do you live in a crack house deer? Is that it? Is that why you seem to have no idea what you are doing when you hit a car?”
Maybe this is why I have anxiety about deer…
- As a child, I was on my dad’s motorcycle (him driving of coarse). We were hit by a deer and almost fell over. At the time, I didn’t understand the severity of the situation. All I cared about was the deer’s well-being.
- About 9 years ago, one dumb-ass deer darted and hit the side of my car. It’s dented to this day.
- My in-laws hit a deer a few years back. When we looked at the damage, there were massive chunks of hair in the headlights. ‘Serves it right,’ I thought.
- The scariest was when my husband was driving our then pre-school age son to school. He swerved to miss a deer (#1 rule-always hit the deer!), hits ice and flips the car upside down. They hung upside down for a while till a car of good Samaritans pulled over and helped them out. My husband suffered a concussion (he wasn’t wearing his seat belt) and a broken nose. My son? Not 1 scratch on him!
So you can see why I’m a little anxious….actually, a lot anxious. I thought about this post today when my deer intuition kicked in on my drive in to work today. I look over and sure enough, 2 of those little ass-holes were just staring at me.
“What cha’ gonna do about it?” Their unemotional faces said to me.
“We might dart out in front of you,” the deer continued, shrugging their shoulders, “we might not. We’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Another thing, they are so stupid. Have they not learned over the years that you probably aren’t going to make the crossing successfully? Someone is going to die and it’s going to be Bambi, Bambi’s mother, Bambi’s father or all of them, collectively.
I’ve just come to accept I’m screwed and that I am going to have deer anxiety for the rest of my life. They are cute but they are the absolute worst! I don’t have any answers, I’m just bitching about it because it drives me batty. Am I the only one here that has A. been hit by a deer and/or B. have anxiety, anticipating their next encounter with a deer?
There are not many deers in this area, so no. But, when I do see those signs and I’m driving in an unfamiliar area, I begin to freak out.
I share the same sentiment 100%. Luckily, I now live in a more urban setting and my daily commute is all of 0.7 miles to work.
5 years ago, I was driving home from Christmas Eve with my ex’s family when I saw some deer in the field ahead, so I crept up to where they were, and eventually stopped; waiting to see what they were going to do. Wouldn’t you believe, one decided to jump over the hood of my car, and when the other tried to follow suit, it instead ran right into the side of my fender, leaving a giant dent. Let me just reiterate… I was at a complete stop! Of course I got home and told my dad that one of Santa’s stupid reindeer had ran into me.
I was also riding my bike down a rural road once and a deer jumped out in front of me, grazing my front tire. It caused my bike to flip, but somehow I was able to hop off before getting hurt. They really are dumb animals!
I always drive the back country roads when I go to my parents house, and I am always on the look out for deer. Especially early in the morning or right at dusk. My mom hit one about 10ish years ago, the antlers went right through the windshield and got stuck on the steering wheel. Thankfully I have never been in the car when something like that has happened!! One time I was driving up to a summer camp I was a councilor at, and there was a deer stuck in a farmer’s fence. The antlers were caught on the wire. The person driving stopped and backed up to check it out, but by the time we made it back to the deer, it had freed itself and was running away with its friend haha.
We have a number of deer in our area but oddly enough I never much thought about them that is, until one hit my car. Apparently a whole family of them were crossing the road and I thought they’d all passed but this one slow poke pulling up the rear wasn’t seen until – BAM!! It totally destroyed my car.
And did you just hit it or did it hit the side? They say your supposed to just hit them.
I hit it and it bounced off the hood, cracked the windshield. I was surprised at the amount of damage but it was a pretty big deer.
I wondered how that worked. I didn’t know if Id go flipping through the air if I hit a deer head on.
It was the weirdest thing and my ex husband was jolted awake.
They took the deer crossing signs in our county down; the deer weren’t reading them 🙁
No you didn’t… ha! Obviously the stupid deer don’t pay attention!