Actually I didn't kill him. I don't even think I wounded him. He'll be a bit sore tomorrow but that's about it. Last I saw him, he wasn't even limping. It was really quite depressing. I fingured hitting him with my car would have done more than that.
My car is a bit banged up. My door won't open, which super sucks, and my mirror is smashed. Fortunately my fiance (I know I spelled it wrong but I don't care) and I were fine which isn't a garruntee (see previous aside) when you hit a deer going 60.
I keep trying to focus on the positive and for the most part I do. I'm thrilled that we walked away unharmed. I realize what a blessing this and am grateful for it.
I'd be lying though, if I didn't say I was a little miffed that I'm going to spend the last week of being single without a car because some deer had to prove to his friends that his antlers were bigger than their's.
Anyway, geek on.