Living at the base of a huge mountain in Utah, I see quite a bit of deer just milling around the neighborhood, which is nothing knew, and deer hunting is huge up here. but one night these little bastards almost made me crash my car into a tree.
I was driving back home one night and the roads were complete ice and snow because my city doesn't seem to care about plowing the roads I'm near. So I'm going a fairly fast speed, And Bambi and his mom appear right in the middle of the road. I quickly had to slam on the brakes and slid (damn snow) but luckily i didn't crash into anything. Instead, i just sat there, amazed by the deers inability to give a stuff while they stood there looking at me with their big stupid beady eyes.
tlldr: deers are starfishs.
