A few days ago, I saw a deer get hit by a car and I cried in the middle of the road. (Stay with me, it gets happier)
It was not just any deer, it was one of a family of deer that live in my neighborhood and that eat in my yard every morning.
Basically, I feel like not only are these deer the only neighbors I like, but my friends.
All four of them were crossing the road when some jackass pulled around doing far more than the 25mph he was allowed, the last deer darted across quickly, and the truck screeched to a halt. I involuntarily covered my eyes and started crying. Last thing I saw was the deer leaping over a fence and not quite clearing it, falling on the ground a couple times and limping off to the woods.
The guy in the truck got out to check his damage he looked at me and said with a smile “that was crazy”. Caressed his precious, non-dented bumper and drove off. Of course I wanted to punch his teeth down his throat, but I was already crying, and it was 7am, which is early for a stranger fight, even for me.
I’ve been broken up about this deer for days. Imagining its pain of slow death just inside the woods.
The happy part…
My deer friend lived! Just this very morning, right now, the family of deer are in my yard, all four of them. I thought, it can’t be him, he has to be dead. Nope, he has a gash in his leg (probably from the fence) and is favoring one side, but he’s ALIVE!
And the cut isn’t that bad. I’m starting to think the car didn’t even hit him at all. Maybe just scared him to where he couldn’t quite make it over the fence.
Anyway, I tried to snap a picture before they ran off…
If you’re too busy to read the story, here it is summarized in emojis:


Thank you!




