Oh %&#@

What the deer left behind: a folded-in mirror

 

I would like to think that when I am about to meet my maker (unexpectedly) I would say, "Oh no!"  But this evening, with an imminent threat to my life (or at least great bodily harm) I yelled, "Oh SHIT!"  The only evidence is a leap in my blood pressure, a folded-in driver's side mirror, and the smell of hot brakes.  But I looked into a deer's eyes tonight.  His face was just inches from mine.  I don't know how he ended up vaulting my car and running down the hill, but that's what he did.  He didn't break my windshield, and as far as I can tell, he didn't even leave a scratch on my car.

On the other hand, now safely at the cabin, there are two mouse traps without peanut butter anymore, and a third trap with a dead little mouse.  I'm not sure if that means I'm winning or not.