My car's fur coat

Ok. I intentionally refused to blog about it before, but I guess I'll fess up anyway. About a couple weeks ago I hit another deer on my way home from Walmart. I don't know why the blasted thing had to wait until she saw my headlights to dart out in front of me. It was terrible. I pulled over and looked back and it was laying there in the middle of the road dead. I burst into tears. And then I started to hyperventalate. Then the dead dear came out of a coma and jumped up and limped out of the street. So maybe it was only half dead. I still cried the whole way home "NO MORE DEER! NO MORE DEER!!"

Then I moved on. I got over it. Two weeks later and today that deer came back to haunt me. I don't know why, but I hadn't noticed it before. I saw some dirt on my car and I went over to flick it off and then I noticed strands of something sticking out of the bumper of my car. Then I realized it was deer FUR!!! I looked closer and my head light was cracked and my hood is just a little bit dented, you can barely notice it. I don't know why I didn't notice it over the past two weeks. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to handle it if I saw it any sooner. Or maybe my car was just puking out deer remnants that got sucked inside at the time of the drive-by deerslaughter.
Two deer in less than two months. I'll start becoming desensitized after this. Next deer I strike down maybe I'll have it's head mounted on someone's wall.

Or better yet, maybe I'll save the deer fur and tape it into my journal as a keepsake. Haha! No, I'm not that sick. That brilliant idea was just for my roommies.