As of 6pm tonight, I am officially an Iowan. I can't believe it took me thirteen years of driving to gain my full Iowan citizenship.
I hit a deer with my car.
Before you ask, yes - everyone is okay. Everyone but the deer, that is.
If I'd hit it with an arrow or a bullet, I'd imagine my dearly departed grandfather would be very proud of my "bag." It was a big, robust-looking buck with a huge rack - I'm talking "decapitate that thing and stick it on the wall" huge. I can only imagine he's gone to the big cornfield in the sky, judging by how hard I hit him and how much of him was left on my passenger-side fender.
This sort of thing just happens in Iowa. Apparently November is the worst month for car-deer collisions, since Daylight Savings aligns the "commuting traffic" time with the "deer going about their bizniz" time. Yet another reason why I hate Daylight Savings.
I don't think the HHR is in too bad of shape. Luckily it has huge retro-looking fender things, and that's the only part of the car that seems to be damaged. If I'd been driving any other car, the hood, windshield and possibly the passenger-side door would be majorly messed up right now. Who knows, maybe Mr. Buck would have come through my windshield. You know what, let's not think about that. That's not a happy thought. We'll keep things positive, and say that my HHR did an excellent job of keeping me not dead.
Hopefully the auto-body shop has good news for me tomorrow. Either way, I'm guessing I'll be forking over my $500 comprehensive deductible. Hooray. I don't think I'll be buying any Christmas gifts this year. Thanks, Mr. Buck. You ruined Christmas.