Strange, the way coincidence works.

Driving home last evening, a muntjac broke cover. I slowed, and then a grey squirrel darted across the road just as I put my foot down.

I didn't hit it, but the Great Mother alone knows how I didn't. Anguished cries of "Oh shit ! No !" rent the air.

The only creatures I have ever hit were a feral pigeon, and I wasn't arsed by that, and a moorhen, which committed suicide under my wheels.