Update: I got into a fight with my netbook in the middle of composing this post. The netbook may have won, but it fights dirty with tactics such as publishing posts prematurely and then shutting everything down to run updates.
I killed a deer...probably.
I was driving to work one morning in early April when it happened. My commute is not like most; instead of four-lane highways, I travel back roads. Rather than fast food restaurants and shopping malls, I see farms and livestock...and deer.
I vaguely recalled seeing pieces flying when I hit him, but I couldn't see any damage from inside the car so I naively thought that perhaps it wasn't so bad. I started driving again, no issues there. Then I pulled into a church parking lot a few hundred yards away to check for damage. The door won't open. Yep, there's damage. So I get out on the passenger side and walk around to find:
Close-up of the grill and hood (and fur, ew!).
And the bumper that got smashed into the fender that got crammed into the door...
Bruce is a Dodge Charger, which I always thought were kind of cool. It was fun to have a powerful car for a little bit. The novelty began to wear off when after a week I still couldn't park the damn thing and I had to drop another $60 on a second tank of gas.
After two weeks and one day one got my Nemo back. I can once again practically park sideways in a parking space again and still be cool. I love my car, and the fuzzy doggie paw print steering wheel cover, too!