Friday, July 30, 2010
So, I got hit by a deer.
No, I didn't hit one with my vehicle.
No, one did not run into my vehicle (a la Gilmore Girls).
A deer ran into me.
There's a pretty awesome (although too short) rails-to-trails greenway here, and I was walking the five mile part of the trail yesterday afternoon.
I had set the alarm on my phone to alert me when I needed to turn around and head back. I have a tendency to zone out when I walk and lose all concept of time and distance and suddenly I look around and realize I've walked to Indiana and I really have to pee.
Anyway, the alarm went off, and I was fumbling with the shiny, golden, vinyl wristlet (don't ask) that I'd stashed the phone in, and I glance up to see a doe standing about five feet from me, staring me down.
And in an ironic twist of fate, I felt like a deer in the headlights.
The alarm was still blaring from my shiny, golden, vinyl wristlet (No really. Don't ask.), and I thought for sure it would send the doe running. And oh, it did.
Straight at me.
Instead of hightailing it into the woods behind her, she ran toward me. I was able to step back enough that I didn't get hit full on, but there was enough impact as she passed that she knocked me on my butt.
Don't worry--the only injury sustained was to my dignity.
So, not only do I attract crazy humans, but I apparently attract crazy wildlife as well. Crazy wildlife out to kill me.
And this, dear internets, is why I'm better off just staying inside like a hermit and talking to my friends who live in my computer. You've never tried to run me down.
As far as I know.
Posted by Brandi at 12:29 PM