Like a ghost town…

In other news, I was out and about last night, I saw a few deer in the fields by the road, and was driving very carefully.  I ran my errand, and was headed back home....along side the road there was a Ford Expedition half off the road, blinkers on.  I stopped to see if the person was ok...it was a petite soccer mom, (maybe 35) crying hysterically....I asked if she was ok, she said "yes, but I almost hit that deer...." something was not quite right about that statement...and I (mistakenly) corrected her..."you didn't 'almost' hit that deer, it's currently folded in half and wedged under your front bumper."(also it had been plowed into the embankment when she drove of the road, but I left that part out)....she responded "Oh, my god, is it ok? we should call a vet!" I checked the front of the SUV, then the large drag mark stretching back 50 feet from where she stopped....."Um, no, I don't think it's going to make it."  *more hysterical crying*...I waited...*even more hysterical crying*...Me; "do you want me to call someone for you"  Her; "no, I'm ok, I'll be fine in an hour or two" (yeah, like I'm going to wait on her that long)....she started to call her husband, and I left...  I know there are people who don't understand death, who cant accept that they were responsible (maybe not at fault but still responsible) for the death of a creature, but there is also a point where it impacts their ability to commute in a safe manner....and they should also take into account that nature doesn't use a sidewalk, or cross at those wildlife crossing signs.  It's up to you to watchout for them.