You get hit by a car.
I’ve grown up in New England my whole life. Granted, I’m a city girl –but I’ve vacationed plenty in NH, Maine and Vermont. And where I live, we have our fair share of wildlife in my neighborhood – deer, coyote, fishercat, turkey, fox....actually, I just saw a wild bunny scampering across my yard last night! But I saw a sight this morning that I’d never seen before in my entire life.
A dead, rather large female doe – on the side of the road.
I’m thinking she was hit by a truck because there is no way a car alone could’ve torn her apart like this. Poor thing.
I was translating the story to one of my coworkers who grew up in Maine – waaaaaay up near Canada, and she was telling me about how it was a common event to hit deer, moose, and other animals on the road up there; everyone she knows – including herself has done it at some point. She said, “deer were born with beauty, not brains”. Clearly, if they seem to have a penchant for crossing heavily populated roads! I mean, I know it happens, and obviously I’ve seen the deer and moose crossing signs and always hoped to see some animals just grazing along the road or maybe trying to pass – which of course I would let them do. I mean, this is what happens when we encroach upon their areas.
I just never saw a dead one lying on the road, and so I suppose it brought out a little of my naivete that is still alive, but buried somewhere inside my often jaded little mind.