I’m pretty sure one doe did a flip.
But the airbag hadn’t exploded. I still had my headlights, even. There was just one crack in one of the headlight casings.
We turned the car around to check the fate of the deer. But we couldn’t find any.
Oh well. I could still scare my dad half to death with the bits of deer fur stuck in the headlight.
– Sarah Einselen
Friday columnist / Crasher of deer parties
*Sarah’s Dictionary defines “navigator” as “someone whose sense of direction is iffy but whose musical taste is unquestioned.”