I hit a deer.

…on Seminole Highway about an hour ago. It just trotted out in front of me from the right, and then it did about a 720-degree spin as it flew off to the left side of the road, apparently dead.

Well, the deer is alive after all, because it was gone by the time the officer arrived. I have no idea what its long term prognosis might be, because we couldn’t find it.

The long term prognosis on the LHS, however, is that the passenger hi-beam is the only headlight that still works and the plastic grill and front of the hood have been thoroughly deerified. I had just straightened out that battery business a few days ago, which is a good thing because I doubt the hood would ever open again if it needed to be jumped.

I’ve been pretty lucky to have driven in Southern Wisconsin for 10 years and only now to have been forcefully acquainted with Bambi. I was also pretty lucky that I was only going 35 MPH.

The little DJ inside my head decided to play that Wallflowers song as I drove home. Thanks, little buddy.

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