Why did the deer cross the road?

I just gotta say, Bambi was never my favorite disney movie.

This is the sad result of a deer who decided to take a risk (and died) on Saturday night. Poor little thing. At least that was how I felt until I saw Ali's car, now I just think it was an annoying little thing. But I'm not going to judge.

On our way home from a drive-in movie on Friday I asked Ali if there were any deer in Massachusetts (just so you know, that's the only state I could never spell, but now that I live here I think I finally got it down), and she said there were but she had never seen any. Well, we saw one!

We were super lucky and didn't feel a thing. The car, not so much...it's totaled. I kinda figured it was when we decided to get out of the car and look at the damage and I couldn't open my door hehe. I didn't want Ali to freak out so I tried to discreetly crawl to the back seat and get out...but she noticed, dang it. I would say the most traumatizing part of the whole ordeal was when Ali made me take pictures of the deer for "insurance reasons." Proof? Haha I did not think that was necessary or healthy for me but I wasn't going to question a sad girl with a ruined car. It was really gross though, and don't worry, I'm not going to post any of those.

We've been mourning the poor thing all week (the car, not the deer -- is that bad?), but I already had a good relationship with the bus system and Ali is having too much fun borrowing our roommate's scooter for a little while. I just don't feel good about leaving you with those sad pictures of the car, so here it is in some happier moments.

Weekend road trips! This one gives you a good view of Glinda, our trusty GPS. (Well, sort of trusty...it broke right before we hit the deer. Bad night all around.)

Aw, look how cute it is, just chilling at a lookout point while Ali and dad have a GPS-Atlas battle.

It was a good car.
R.I.P.