Bruno!

Bruce has a new friend named Bruno. Let me explain. 5 years ago, I was driving home to Wyoming from a friend's wedding reception in Bear River City. It was close to 10:00 at night and I was traveling through Morgan canyon. As most people know, a lot of deer roam the canyon roads. When I was half way through the canyon, a deer jumped over the cement barrier right in front of me. It was still in the air when I hit it. It took out the front end of the car, broke the hood latch, and ended up totaling the car. The amount of damage far exceeded the worth of the car. This picture doesn't justify the extent of the damage, but it is all I have.
It was perhaps the most frightening experience of my life. In order to reference this deer in the future, my dad named him Bruce after my brother pointed out that I gave him some abuse. From that point on, I have referred to all deer as Bruces. Keep in mind that this was before I actually met my husband or anyone by the name of Bruce. That year my dad said that everyone at school would hear how much abuse I gave Bruce and no one would date me. He also thought it would be funny if I met someone named Bruce. Needless to say, that year in college was the year I had the most dates, and the year I met my husband Bruce. I lived through that experience and hoped that it would never happen again. Unfortunately I was dead wrong. Monday night I was driving home from our regional basketball game (we lost). Sellers road goes between corn and soybean field, and a small orchard. On the left side of the road I saw a deer starting to walk across. I slammed on my brakes and felt them lock up, but I didn't come to a complete stop. I was able to slow down to about 30 miles an hour. While I was slamming on my brakes, I saw the deer stop momentarily. However, right when I got next to it, it dropped it's head and ran full force into the side of my car. That blasted deer hit me. Poor Frank (the car)! I screamed and nearly let go of the wheel. The deer made me slow down to about 10 miles and hour, so I quickly gained control and pulled over to the side of the road. Although it was dark, I tried to make out the extent of the damage. Nothing too bad, except that now our car is ugly with this nice little hole in the side of it. It is hard to see, but there is also a slight scrape all the way across the driver's side door.

As is customary procedure, Bruce and I gave that deer a name. I had to think of something that went well with Bruce, so we came up with Bruno. If you are wondering why there is a hole in the side of our car, you can thank Bruno. Luckily no one else was injured in the slightest, and I think Bruno ran off anyway because we couldn't find him.