I've done my best to be a good driver in the USA, despite coming from a country where we drove on the
correct other side of the road. It took a bit of adapting, particularly considering that my first driving experience in this country was in Los Angeles, where six-lane freeways and high-velocity, high-profanity traffic are the order of the day! Still, so far, so good . . . until very recently.
Last month, while we were on the road at Blogorado, a suicidal hare ran underneath my wheels late one night. It gave Miss D. and I quite a start, because it appeared out of nowhere and gave us no opportunity at all to evade. The resulting thump as we went over it with both offside wheels wasn't pleasant, but at least it was a small animal, and did no damage to our vehicle.
Last night, it happened again. I was driving home in the darkness when a small whitetail deer dashed across the road from my left. I saw it coming, but couldn't take evasive action, thanks to traffic coming the other way and the road shoulder dropping away to my off-side. Sure enough, it ran straight into the corner of my bumper. The vehicle shook, but kept going until I could pull off the road and examine the damage. Again, fortunately for us, it's relatively minor, but it's left a dent in the bumper and a couple of bits of trim broken. I'll have to get it checked out, and talk to our insurers about repairs.
I hate hitting animals (or anything else, for that matter). Having avoided it for so long, it's not a nice feeling to hit two in successive months. I guess that's the penalty for driving after dusk, when they come out of their daytime cover and wander around.
(There are lots of dead skunks on the side of North Texas roads at present, which is puzzling us. We refer to February as "suicidal skunk season", but these critters are three months early. The resulting smell hanging over the road on either side of the carcass is not appreciated!)
Oh, well. I'll have to watch out for the size progression. I've gone from a hare to a small whitetail deer in one month. If that pattern continues, around February or March next year, I'll be hitting the first moose to be seen in Texas for centuries!