Oh Dear, Deer!

One evening last week, I was driving home from work in the dark, when a herd of bison ran across the road. Okay, so it may have been three or four deer, but the reflex to step on the brakes was just as strong. For some reason, instinctively, I threw out my right arm to prevent my non existing passenger from sustaining any head trauma in the event they were not wearing their seat belt or the air bag would not deploy. Who knows? But it worked, cause we both survived the incident intact. And no deer, or bison, were injured in the reenactment of this event.