That scene from “The Leftovers” is a thing, and it happened to us this morning.
Rx and I were sitting at a stoplight, waiting to get on
the freeway. The line of cars in both lanes was horrendously long. Suddenly
something smashed into Rx’s door. I thought something was thrown. It was very
confusing for a minute, until we saw the deer, running crazy down the middle
between the two lanes. He didn’t have much room. Deer sort of bounce back and
forth when they run. This was a buck and he was tearing out. And he slammed
into our car on the way.
He took off into an area that I know doesn’t connect to a
forest. Poor, poor deer. Poor dear.
Injured deer, thirsty deer, baby deer, deer on the side
of the road, walking in the road, deer ticks. I hold a lot of worry for deers,
like psychic scar tissue from viewings of
Bambi and
Watership Down.