Jed, if you collided with a deer, it would probably be the deer hitting you, and the deer would probably be drunk. I wrote a little verse about it:

Every night they come around
But I never hear or see 'em
Theyre the quiet sort of drunks,
They're deer
They quietly sneak across the street
Tip toe across the tarmac
To munch femented apples
Deer beer

And who knows what goes on
What revels they partake in
Do their passions ever carry them
Too far?
Do they stagger out into the street
And pick a fight with Boss Buck
Who seems to look a lot like
Your car
(True story, but no one's hit one yet)

Sorry. I know it's not funny. I'm glad you're OK. Has it occurred to you that these guys maybe drank their share AND yours? Too bad no one's invented a drunk detector yet.