Oh Deer...

Here's a good joke for you.

There was a deer named, Bambi. It ran in front of my car, and I hit it.

The punch line?

My brand new 2008 Honda Pilot was the car.

I was driving home from work on a civilized street surrounded by local businesses. Circa 9:00 PM. All of a sudden, DEER. SCREECH. BOOM. Deer: I believe I can fly~. Me: *Heart attack*. Me, again: &*@#^$&#*$^(incomprehensible stream of swearing).

Similar situation captured on video.


Naturally, I blamed the stupid deer. But, is it really its fault? I mean, we (humans) were the ones who chopped down their peaceful forest and laid down asphalt and concrete everywhere in order to settle. We invaded their territory and built foreign structures. We entered without knocking and polluted the environment. We took their lands and blamed them for their innate desire to roam and run without worrying about fast cars that might run them over. Hm, sounds rather familiar. Oh, I know. It's like when Americans took over Native American lands and told them to scram.

Anyways, I am not saying that we should leave our towns and let the deer be; but, we should not blame the deer for running in front of our brand new cars and denting them. Blame natural selection, if anything. We are more fit than them. So, we're surviving, and they're not.

About 1.5 million deer-vehicle collisions happen each year in the United States, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration. Those accidents cause about 150 deaths and $1.1 billion in property damage annually, according to NHTSA. - CNN.com

Hell, blame Darwin for coming up with the concept, if you want. I respect the man and all, but I don't think he would mind one more disgruntled person. Some people already hate him because they believe God created everything. Obviously.

Well, what did I learn from this experience? It's our fault to begin with! So, GOOD JOB PEOPLE. You dented my car.