Bambi and Cam

So I'm driving home today after I dropped Chris off at his house, and I say "dropped off" casually even though it really means driving him 3 hours to Lincoln only to turn right around and drive back,nbd though I would do it again and again if it means him coming to KC. But back to my story, it's about 8:30 and pitch black on the interstate already and snow flurries are falling. Wtf snow in the beginning of October? What is this, 1993, is Halloween gona get cancelled again? Anywho, I'm driving along when all of the sudden Bambi starts to make a suicide run, I honk my horn to scare her off and she uses her better judgement and decides life is worth living and scampers back into the trees. But now I'm freaked. I hate seeing deer at night on the side of the road, because deer are like 7th graders, they travel in packs. Now I'm white knuckling my steering wheel, my new steering wheel I might add. After driving my good ol Honda civic since 2003 I finally retired her. So now Im cruising in a very dadish grey Camry, or is it Camrey? Sad I don't even know how to spell my new cars name, I'll call her Cam. I'm scanning the trees now, of course my eyes start playing tricks on me and I start to see deer everywhere. Every post that lights up is a deer I think. I'm looking all over just waiting when all of the sudden I see the car in front swerve and before I know it I see a deer,strike that, I run over a deer right in front of me.Shittttttttttttt! It literally sounded like I ran over 5 deers! Now, I am pretty sure it was already dead when I got to it, because it was laying in the street, but if it wasn't I finished it off. Suddenly my mind flashes back to March when I heard that same terrible sound of running something over beneath the wheels of my car, back to march when I sadly took the life of a beautiful white farm cat. Only this time it was louder. And I really didn't feel as bad as I did when I selfishly took the life of that innocent cat named Boots, I assumed this was his name because of the cute little black fur on his feet. And also, because let's be honest, I eat way too much jerky to try to pretend I actually care about the life of a deer. Now all I can think about is my new car. Of course in my head I envision the entire left side to be dented in and terrible looking. I did the only logical thing I could think of, I called Chris and started crying. Chris suggested I pull off onto the next exit and look at the car before I decide in my head that it is totalled and I have to go back to driving my 1998 Honda. Much to my surprise, the only thing on the car was blood and guts. Disgusting, yes. But expensive to fix, no. Just a car wash will take care of it. So the score is currenly Cam 1, Bambi 0. I think I am going to like my new dad car.