I had an unpleasant encounter with some Virginia wildlife a couple of weeks ago.
It was fortunate that I was going around one of the very sharp curves on Rt. 43, on my way up to the Peaks, when the kamikaze deer got me. I was not going fast and, as there wasn’t anybody close behind me, I was able to hit the brakes, minimizing the damage to my car. The impact still was enough to knock out the grill, buckle the hood and crack the bumper.