Taking Out Bambi

After late night eats with Maestro, Chicken Little, and friends, a deer happened to cross my path on my drive home. At about 75mph, I didn't dare to swerve around it. Instead, I braked hard and hoped it would frolic out of the way. No such luck. I can't seem to forget its gaze as it watched me run it over. Chicken Little commiserated with me until the tow truck arrived two hours later at 6am. Sunrise never looked so bleak.