I don't know how it is for everybody else here, but for me living out in the country means braving those country roads on cold mornings while praying no unintelligent wildlife cross your path. Evidently, I forgot to pray this morning. On my way to town, I finally hit my first deer. I was driving my brother's van to take my daughter to school when out of nowhere BANG! there it was! I guess it's a good thing this is just a second vehicle for my brother that already has a few bangs in it or else I'd be paying a not so nice auto repair bill.