Coming home from a late night jaunt in Philadelphia last night, I almost hit a deer. A deer that someone else had hit. A deer that was huge and probably weighed as much as my car, and took up most of the lane it was laying in. Yet somehow I didn't see it until I was practically on top of it, and my mother and I let out little screams and I jerked the car over into the left lane, somehow yanking a muscle in my groin in the process.
Leave it to me to nearly hit somebody else's roadkill. Roadkill that, considering the size of it, must have been hit by a truck, as there's no way a car would have been in driving condition after a collision with it.




