Grant the Killer

I have killed. I'm training at the Stevens Point store for the next month or so, and last night on the drive back I killed Bambi's mother. I was on a country highway, trying to avoid the towns you have to slow down in if you go the most common route to Stevens Point. It was getting dark, but I thought I would be okay because there was a little bit of daylight left from the sun setting. I wasn't speeding, in fact I was probably going a few under the speed limit. As I approached the highway junction where I needed to turn, I passed some houses and then had a truck coming towards me with its brights on. And that's when I snapped and killed. Or something like that. Actually, as the car with its brights on passed I felt my car slam into something on the driver's side. This is where I freaked out a bit. As I screached to a halt I could see a shape lying on the street behind me. The truck that I just passed was barreling away like nothing happened. Since I had just passed some houses, my first assumption was that it was a person. And that's when I start hyperventilating a bit, thinking I killed a person. I pulled around to see what it was, and thankfully, it was a deer, not a human. The damage wasn't too bad. The light shield is busted, my hood got dented, the bumper is warped a bit, and there are some insides/blood/etc. still on the drivers side of my car.

And Bambi is probably in his thicket right now, wondering why his mom never came home last night. It's because I killed her and Bambi can find her body out along Highway H.