Feline Warrior

Yes, I said it. I was hit by a deer tonight. I’ve swiped my own post from a popular social networking page bcos I’m too traumatized to come up with post material more than once tonight:

I was hit by a DEER as I left campus… damn bastid smashed the hell outta my car… beloved purple car… :(.

It was AWFUL. And I was literally minutes out of the parking lot. I hadn’t even made it to the speed limit of 35 mph on that (2-lane) road.

Deer came flying out like it was auditioning for Martha-freakin’-Graham… smashed the driver-side windshield (I shrieked), then thump-thumped off the front, then the SIDE, and my door. The deer stood there lookin’ …  at me like I was a fool… and walked away.

I had to exit via the passenger door bcos my door is smashed shut. Girl, that animal smashed the front fender in so hard the paint is standing up. I was all together, cool, calm… as soon as the insurance guy answered the phone, I was cryin’ like a baby. So it gets towed to a shop near campus in the morning, the car rental people will pick me up in the morning and take me to a car and I pretend I’m not all traumatized by this.

Off to have nightmares about kamikaze deer…

A response to a concerned friend:

I’m actually sitting here looking up economical, eco-friendly cars that will stop flying deer in a single bound. so far… nothin’. Thankfully a student I recently worked with was still on campus and lives near me, so he gave me a ride home. Otherwise, I’d be sleeping under my desk in Newark. (not really, but can you imagine??)

OY!

And a response to another concerned friend, who said, “guess that’s what insurance is for, right?”:

Yeah… insurance and <chk-chk> shotguns! JUST KIDDING. I think part of why I was so upset is that I have NEVER run over or hit an animal in my life. The insurance guy was surprised the deer was standing and said, “but I’ve heard a lot of times they stand up and run away, but it’s an adrenaline thing… so they collapse a few feet away and die there.” Oh, thanks… that’s just cheerin’ me right on up.

And the same friend commented that it sounds like I could have been seriously injured.

Geeze, K… you’re right - if he’d gone further into the windshield, I’d be trying to type this like Patrick Swayze pushing coins around in “Ghost.” (Hey, at least I maintain my sense of humor, even when a deer tries to kill me.)

The windshield didn’t break completely - it’s just in front of the driver’s seat, and low, to the hood. But there is glass on the dash.
But hey… Hello Kitty did not come off the dash, so that’s something. (What, I don’t know.. but it’s something…)

Here’s Hello Kitty in happier times: