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Duck Season Rabbit Season Mating Season
by Leslie
Last night at 11:00 p.m. on the button, I got the phone call I’ve dreaded most: the one that told me Dave had been in a car accident.
Since Dave became my husband, commuting a significant distance to work has become the norm for him. Currently, his commute is approximately one hour (scaled down from the 2 hour and fifteen minute commute he had when we lived in West Virginia). While I’ve been accustomed to long commutes all my life, first having lived in a tiny West Virginia town where everything was at least forty minutes away to having jobs that required a fair amount of travel, Dave has struggled to embrace the movement between here and waaaaayyy over there. Knowing that without Julia and me as motivation, he never would choose to travel a distance greater than twenty miles to work, I’ve lived with the full understanding that if he ever had a mishap on the road, the weight would come to rest fully on my shoulders.
Today, my shoulders are sagging low.
Just a few miles from home, as Julia and I were reading a story, Dave was coming face to face with the biggest darn deer you ever did see. He says, “I saw its eyes, I closed mine and started to say, ‘Oh crap,” but I only got the ‘Oh’ out when we hit.”
Dave was the last thing that deer saw. It died on impact and may have taken our Big Red Car with it. We won’t know until after Labor Day. Thankfully, Dave was okay. But, I didn’t know that when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Leslie, I’m screwed.”
“Why? What? Did you forget something?”
“I hit a deer.”
“Oh my God, David? Are you okay? Are you alright?”
“I think so…I don’t know…I think so…Leslie, the car…the car is smashed.”
“Where are you?”
“I hadn’t even made it to the highway.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I grabbed Julia and screamed for my mother. We were ready and out the door in 30 seconds flat. Julia and I hopped in the van. My mom got in her car. I tore out of the driveway and mom followed behind me. I was trying to keep my cool, but doing a poor job of it. Julia was asking for her favorite music in between chants that we were going to see, “Daddy daddy daddy daddy.”
Just as hazard lights came into view, I passed the deer, lying in a pool of blood in the opposite lane. I slowed a bit. Julia began to cry. When I looked into the rearview mirror to see her face, I saw that I was crying, too. I hadn’t even realized it. My heart was pumping hard and fast when I pulled in behind our family car and I barely put the van in park before I jumped out to see, with my very own eyes, my husband and that he was okay. I took a step from the car and Julia screamed. I stopped, completely torn between running to my husband and leaving my baby. I did a weird little dance, taking a step or two toward Dave and then back toward Julia, screaming, “David! David!”
I can’t tell you the relief I felt when I saw him walk toward me with nothing broken and no blood. When he finally came close enough, I hugged him and squeezed him all over, proving to myself that he was really there and okay. He was shaken, but alright.
We collected ourselves and began making the appropriate phones calls. One hour and fifteen minutes later, Dave was back on the road in my mom’s car and the rest of us were heading home. Our Big Red Car was on the back of a tow truck, going to a garage. The police officer that had come to the scene told us that the accident was no surprise. “It’s mating season,” he said, “Lots of accidents during mating season.”
Who knew love could be so dangerous?
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I’m glad Dave didn’t get hurt! I’m sorry to hear about the car, but that’s a small price to pay, knowing your husband is alright!
Oh hon….how scary that is. I know that feeling all to well when my Dave had his accident in March.
Where would we be without the love of our lives?
Bug hugs to you, Dave & Julia.
Thank God he is O.K.
VERY VERY glad to hear David is Ok mate!!! What a scare for you, now sit down and relax!!! Don’t go doing anything to jepadise your pregnancy girl.
Oh my goodness!!! Now that is the scariest thing in the world to hit a deer. I have hit a deer once and we had hit a moose once. It’s not fun, it’s downright scary! I know how frightened David must have been as well as you. Those deer come out from no where and there is nothing you can do. I live in deer country and we have many many accidents and it is so sad how many folks have died from hitting deer. I am so relieved you are all back together. Cars can be fixed… there was a guardian angel looking down on David last night, that’s for sure!
OMG. So glad to hear that Dave’s alright. So scary.
I know LOTS of people that have been in accidents with deer. I too just missed one once. It’s absolutely terrifying.
So, so, so glad that everyone’s alright!!!
Good Lord! I had to skip to the end to make sure he was okay before I could read all that!
Sucks about the car, but thank God Dave is okay!
I’m so glad Dave is okay! And I’m so sorry you all went through that. I went through something similar a few years ago when DH AND DS were in the car, and DH had just been laid off, so getting the car fixed was… interesting. Actually, it was totaled and we were just lucky to have the insurance money. But thank goodness the two of them were fine, if completely shaken up.
Enjoy each other today and REST. That’s so stressful.
Sorry the dear died, but I’m glad Dave is OK. I use to commute 25 miles one way and that’s a long distance in Oregon. But nothing compared to Dave’s commute.
Yikes! How scary… glad everything is okay. Isn’t it interesting how kids really pick up on our cues? When Mommy is freaked out, EVERYONE is freaked out. Again, glad Dave is okay!
Those damned deer!
I’d rather hit a deer than have a deer hit the car. Maybe Dave should have used the sissy horn and made the deer laugh to the point of rolling out of the way.
Given that you weren’t thinking clearly, I assume you didn’t grab the deer and strap it to the hood. It is legal in Ohio to claim deer out of season if killed by a motor vehicle. Just have to report it to the police.
Maybe it’s the highway patrol. Either way, that is like forty pounds of venison you left to the wolves!
Awww, I’m so glad he is OK. The car doesn’t matter so much!
I teared up reading your description of being torn between running to your husband and not leaving your scared little girl. What an emotional time. I too am very glad that Dave is okay.
What a scary phone call! I’m glad that he’s okay!
That is the most dreaded phone call you can get. I’m so glad that it was Dave who called and not the police.
When my son was only 3 weeks old my husband was out with some friends and he fell and cracked his skull. I got a call in the middle of the night from our friend telling me that my husband was in the hospital. I was such a mess, I didn’t know what to do. Having kids makes you feel so much more dependent on your spouse!
That is sooooo scary, thankfully your hub is OK.. The car can be replaced
Thank goodness he’s ok! I know what you mean about feeling like it’s your fault. My husband commutes from our home in north Baltimore to DC and back everyday. The traffic is horrendous. He hates it and I feel like I’m sort of to blame because I love Charm City and don’t want to move closer to his work even though it pays a lot more than mine. We’ve had two cars totaled in B-more and DC (not his fault), plus one when we were visiting our folks back home. He hit a deer. I say to him every morning in my half sleep delirium “drive safe.” “I will.” He always replies. It’s scary.
I’m so glad he was okay. Bad for the deer but good for the rest of you.
Hey there…..hope everything is O.K. You haven’t posted in a few days. That’s not like you.
Hope all is well….alitle worried, that’s all.
((((hugs))))
Oh my goodness!!! That is terribly scary. I am so glad that Dave is alright!!