Crazy Deer

Driving home this evening, I was once again noticed by one of the neighborhood deer families. She dashed in front of the car as if she had something important to tell me. Oh, wait, blink blink. She decides to just stand in front of the car like an imbecile. So, my choices are limited at this point. I can take the low road into the field and hope I can get back out or I can run into this deer that weighs more than my car. I take the low road and bounce along the edge of the road, wondering why deer were left out of the brain pool. I managed to get around Bambi without harm to her or me or my car. If only we could talk to these poor critters of the woods and explain that car + deer = bad news for all.