This reminds me of when I was driving along the Oxfordshire country lanes in England on my way home from work a couple of years ago. It was a dark and rainy October evening and I was doing about 80mph when a deer lept across the road in front of me. Due to the conditions, I braked as much as I could but held the steering wheel straight to avoid sliding in the wet. The bumper of my old Ford Escort clipped the hind legs of the deer. I just kept driving and when I got home checked the damage - barely a scratch. I had as good as forgotten about it by the next day, assuming the deer had got off ok. However.... My boss Emma came in the next day with a terrible story. She had been driving down that same road about five minutes after me, and saw a deer by the side of the road. She pulled over, saw it was in pain and called the RSPCA (an animal welfare charity). She waited in the pouring rain for 30 minutes for the vet to arrive, and then the vet said there was nothing he could do, and gave the poor deer a lethal injection right in front of animal-loving Emma. It broke her heart, she was upset just telling the story to us the following morning. I felt it wasn't the right time to break the news to her that it was me that hit the deer, and a few months later we both left the company. I still speak to Emma, and I keep meaning to tell her - I know I should.... but it never seems like the right time. Glad I got it off my chest now though - next step is surely to tell her! cheers pdaddy