Like a magnetic, animals are drawn to a new car. As a moving target, a driver has to be on his or her toes 100 percent of the time.
Last night, without a care in the world, a group of deer were leisurely crossing the road. Seeing our car, like a game of freeze tag, they stopped dead in their tracks. Recognizing the deer-in-the-headlight-syndrome, my husband who had applied the brakes, laid on the horn. At this point, it is was a crapshoot whether or not his strategy would work. We were in luck, it did!
With six foot plus snowbanks lining a driveway, we had no warning when a very large black dog darted right out in front of us. Luckily the dog had a bit more sense then the deer, he did a 180, missing our car by inches.
At a dead run, a raccoon made a mad dash across the roadway from another hidden driveway. With a split second to react, my husband slammed on the brakes, buying the raccoon a precious second or two that would save his life.
Looking at my husband in disbelief, I couldn’t believe we had dodged the bullet; not once, not twice, but three times in one evening.