So, an elk hit our van.
No. Not the other way around.
Last night, as we were driving down a dark stretch of road on our way home from the flu clinic, a suicidal elk leaped out of the bushes, raced to the road, and slammed its preposterously large form into the side of our van. I really didn't know they moved that quickly.
It survived. We survived. The van, I think, survived.
Initially concerned for the welfare of the animal, J became angry when he saw the damage to the van. "Reindeer!" J shouted sternly, "Why did you hit our van?!"
H swerved to avoid the elk. Thankfully there was no oncoming traffic. Because of H's evasive driving, we did not hit the beast head-on. And for that, we are thankful. Also, the antlers did not come through our windshield or my window. And, while the front end and passenger side of the vehicle are pretty messed up, damage appears to be contained to the front of the van. The back door doesn't appear to have even been hit. We are happy to all be alright. 'Cause the van is just metal, and doesn't matter as much as the rest of us.
But just to recap 2008 to date:
High risk pregnancy;
Prolonged bed rest;
Grumpy disability provider;
Complications immediately post-birth;
Birth mom with cancer;
Broken knee (tibial plateau fracture);
Surgery and another hospital stay;
Suicidal elk slams into van.
You ever have one of those years? I seriously can't wait for 2009!!
Later this week, we will be having elk burgers. Just you wait. I'll get him yet.