Deer hit me. I know little about the psychological state of the average deer, but I do know one thing: Depressed? Maybe. Anxious? Probably. Suicidal? Definitely. It isn't like I am coming for them. In fact, I don't see them coming. Suddenly they jump up out of the ditch and throw themselves under my bumper. It is frustrating: I don't care if you want to kill yourself, but do you have to wreck my truck? The bumper has been twisted and the lights have been jacked-up since I hit that cow a couple of years ago, and it keeps getting worse.
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