The music emanated from my car as I drove through the sparsely settled neighborhood. The only thing that was on my mind was the food I was about to eat when I made it home. I had just returned from the gym, sweaty and tired, and most importantly, hungry. My mind, filled with thoughts of lemon-pepper chicken and rice, was anywhere but in the moment. I glanced to the left of me, and watched as an old man walked his dog, or rather, the dog walked him. But when I looked back to the road, my racing mind stopped, and my eyes widened. All I saw at that moment was a brown blur on the right side of the road, running frantic and panicked towards my vehicle. As I put my head down and braced for impact, I witnessed the creature make a last-ditch effort at jumping over my car, a fruitless venture. In a split second, my car jolted back, and I jolted forward. The impact moved through my body like a wave colliding into me, only there was no cooling relief of water. My car, being small and low to the ground, lifted the poor creature over my windshield and flung it over the top of my head, disappearing from my view. I slammed my brakes as fast as I could, but the damage was already done.
Once I realized what had happened, I turned my head to the left and briefly caught the deer running off into the woods behind me. I could only hope that it survived. I looked around for a second, scoping my surroundings and making sure there weren’t any followers. Then I took my foot off the brakes and turned my car onto the side of the road to avoid any passing cars. I gave my parents a call, and then my boyfriend, as I left to inspect the damage. In the aftermath of the impact, I noticed a small tuft of deer hair caught between the cracks in my hood, the only piece of evidence in my favor that convinced my insurance to cover most of the damage. My car was completely totaled. As I called a tow truck company and decided on the best course of action with my parents, I couldn’t stop looking at the hair caught in the body of my car. When I hung up, I sat in silence, listening to the chorus of nature, the crickets buzzing and chirping to a forest rhythm. I thought about the hair, and the innocent deer who paid mightily to a fast-moving object it didn’t even know the name of, on a strip of asphalt it didn’t even know the use of. I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Not as if the crash was something I could’ve avoided, or something either me or the deer could have predicted, but in a more abstract way.
This is a particular feeling that I’ve been ruminating on for years, one that’s stood in the back of my mind and throughout my many jobs that have come and gone, my public transport trips, and my new car, even smaller than the last. I think back to a world where large speeding obstacles made of solid metal didn’t exist yet, and forest creatures didn’t have to fear a road, cutting through their homes like a sharpened knife cutting paper. The only things they had to fear were from a more natural standpoint, things that have existed for more than centuries and millenniums. Predators and prey, the elements, starvation, high cliffs and deep caves. And now, another danger added to their list of ever-growing fatalities. Man-made horrors beyond their comprehension exist, but for now, one of the most integral of humanity’s inventions that threaten their homes, are the ones that I just unknowingly used against one of the forest’s inhabitants. Was it any of our choices to be born in the positions we’re all in now? What if I had been born a deer, and the deer, a human? Would the deer have any shadow of a doubt or remorse when it inevitably runs over a forest animal, or would the human condition have instructed it to not care? Is the spirit of a living organism confined to its nature and nurture? If so, the odds were not in the deer’s favor. Just being born as a woodland creature bestows you with a life full of hardships and disadvantages, and the opposite for humans.
Maybe It’s just the human condition to think so deeply about a topic like this but having a run-in with a deer that could have injured me, or even possibly be fatal, gave me a lot to think about. And it definitely made me consider the luck I acquired to have been born a human and not a deer. The truth is, this collision was most likely fatal for the deer, and things like this happen all the time to anything that can move, and thus be hit by a moving vehicle. I am not anti-car, and this certainly is not an essay ranting against the modern technology that makes our human lives all the more easier, and places us at the top of the food chain. But humans have been far removed from having to play by the rules of nature for a very long time. We grow our own food in our backyards without having to risk life and limb reaching far and dangerous places to get our nutrients. We hunt without risking a single chance of struggling on our part, besides the possible injury from the recoil of a gun. We have medicine to use when we get sick, and well-built shelters to keep us warm and dry. Our quality of life so far out-paces the vast majority of other organisms on this planet, that it would look like a form of over-indulgence most animals could only dream of.
I hit that deer when I was 16 and first learning how to drive. I am now 23, and have several more years of experience in driving, and yet, I still become weary around long dark corridors of forest on either side of a road, and I definitely slow down to a crawling speed when I see deer. I still think about that poor innocent deer from time to time, especially when I see other deer. All I wish is for both deer and humans alike to live high-quality, fulfilling lives within the constraints of their species. And maybe someday, other organisms on this planet will experience a high quality of life, too, and won’t have to worry about dying to technology they can’t understand, at the unintentional hands of humans.






















































































