Friday night one of our friends asked us to go out for a drink. I was in the middle of trying to finish up the snickerdoodles I started baking (FYI - they came out better than the last time I tried to bake) so Matt decided to take my car and go to the ATM to get some cash and was going to just pick me up on the way back. No big deal.. right? Well, when he pulled in I noticed the two of them out in the driveway "inspecting" my vehicle. I knew it! Right away, I knew it! I went out onto the porch and said, "What'du do? Wreck my car?!" "No!" It wasn't his fault. "A deer ran into me!".. He says. 
(I knew he wasn't lying.) The same thing happened to me 2 years ago... A dumb deer ran right into the driver's side door of my Cavalier. He dented my door so bad I couldn't even open it! I had to crawl over the seats and get out through the passenger's side. I seriously thought his antlers were going to come through my window and stab me in the head but they didn't. (I know, I have a wild imagination!) Before that happened I didn't even think it was possible because I didn't think that these animals were THAT stupid. Boy was I wrong!
So now my 2005 Chevy Equinox (that I just got in June and believe it or not - is the nicest car I ever owned!) has deer dents in it AND deer fur stuck in the cracks! There was also a piece of deer skin stuck to it until Matt pulled it off.. Gross! I took some pictures so we have "evidence" in case the insurance company questions anything... I mean, that's what insurance is for isn't it?.... In case deers decide to commit suicide using our vehicles as their murder weapons?(Needless to say, I had more than 1 drink that night.)
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