The Deer Chronicles

Having been a vegetarian for nearly 3 years, I really don't dislike too many animals. My family all knows I hate K.C., the cat who is just old and mean, but I can at least deal with him. What I can't deal with, however, is the sight of deer. It brings back one of the most traumatic events of my life and I honestly despise that animal. Now if you didn't know, I happened to kill a deer a couple of years ago. I was driving the 2.5 miles on the deserted road from my mom's house to my dad's house one night. I had pretty much just gotten onto the road and was singing along to Evanescence's song with the lyrics "And these wounds won't seem to heal...this pain is just too real"... I had probably just hit 45 mph when 2 deer ran out in front of my beloved Mazda. The first one escaped its death but the second one...well, let's just say it wasn't so lucky. Upon seeing the 2nd deer fly through the air off to the right somewhere I was slamming on my brakes and pulled to the side of the road screaming and hyperventilating and of course crying hysterically. Once I got a semi-hold of myself where I could at least talk, I called my dad where he probably could only understand "hit" and "deer" because I definitely didn't have a grip on things at all. As I waited there on the side of the road with the deer somewhere behind me (I couldn't bare to glance at the damaged deer) and the first deer that led the second one to its death (yeah, that's right, it was that first deer's fault) was lurking somewhere in the woods probably about to attack me, I thought maybe I should check out how bad Mazda is looking. So I peer up from my shrunken state over the steering wheel and all I see is this white puff of deer hair sticking straight out of my hood. I immediately began screaming and hyperventilating again...I probably should have used my inhaler. That night I couldn't fall asleep because every time I closed my eyes I just saw the deer giving me its last glance as I pounded the shit out of it a split second later. I found out a couple months later that the police officer had to shoot the poor deer since it was nearing its death anyways. I feel as though I am probably scarred for life as it is 3 years later now and I still scream as if I may have just hit a young child.

Two years later, after many deer sightings and slammed brakes and inhaler-provoked moments, I was once again driving from my mom's house to my dad's house somewhere around the hours of midnight and 1am. I once again had just gotten to about 45 mph when I slam on my brakes because at the same exact spot I hit that deer, there are 3 deer standing around, like a fucking memorial service. One actually jumps the stone wall and runs off but the other 2 just stare me down. I come to a complete stop and then begin to crawl on by at about 2 mph all the while expecting one of them to come charging at me. I begin to whimper because I am pretty much a basketcase when it comes to deer. Then of course a car comes up behind me flashing its pretty little lights into all my mirrors blinding me and having absolutely no idea what I had once again just been through - the scream, the racing heart, the tears, the I HATE DEER frustration...

Anyways, I'm hoping, perhaps, just maybe, in the near future, I might be able to maintain my composure upon the sight of that ugly, horrid four-legged, look-at-the-lights-coming-at-you-and-don't-bother-moving animal.