Deer in the headlights

So, our new house is up in the hills a bit. What that means is that we have deer, a lot of deer, in the neighborhood.
It is so fun to walk to my car and see 3 or 4 down at the end of the road walking across the street early in the morning, or meandering in a nearby field. One night Lars and Henry were going to the store and saw one in the yard. The other kids and I looked out every window but we never did see it. You think deer and your mind conjures up images of peaceful forests, babbling brooks, and serene morning breezes.

But I have a confession. I am just as afraid of having a run in with a deer at night as I am of having a run in with, say...a mugger. When I go to my car late at night I am on high alert. I warily walk to the car listening, watching, ready to run or jump into the car should a mugger or, more realistically here in our small city in Utah, a deer should appear. I'm convinced if I catch one unaware that it will stomple me to death. (Yup, pretty sure that's a word)

So there you have it. Animal loving, wanna-be back woodsman, Crystal Andersen, is a little afraid of deer. (Though I also really wanna pet one!) :)