Spinning right 'round baby 'right round like a...

We emailed our good friend Mike about this yesterday because we were too traumatized to post it here. But that was then, and now we get that this is all part of God's good work on this here good planet.

So yesterday morning, we were on our way to work, as usual. We were sipping coffee and maybe singing along with Eagle-Eye Cherry. What. Like you never sang along to "Save Tonight."

"Fight the break of dawn..."

Out of nowhere, a rather large buck darted from what used to be woods and now is a construction site (because Lord knows the country club needs more parking -- it's all part of the plan, though, right?).

So this buck -- let's call him Moncrief -- darted past the northbound lane of the small country road and into the southbound lane. The Camry in front of us slammed on its brakes and, well, boy if the Camry didn't launch Moncrief 20 feet into the air.

And darned if Moncrief didn't fly, twirling like a helicopter, about 25 feet off the road and onto a driveway. And darned if Moncrief didn't bounce off the driveway, land, pick his head up for a moment as if to say, "F*ck," and then look around, as if to say, "F********ck."

Meanwhile, Camry pulled over, windshield destroyed and woman driver dialing her cell for the police. All in a matter of 8 seconds. It was like watching the cows fly by in the Twister. Poor thing.

We're so not loading our rifle, again, when we go buck hunting with the old man's old man in four weeks.