Two stories that need to be shared with the world:
My parents were talking to some folks at a truck stop on their trip to Nashville this weekend and met a guy whose wife hit a deer with her car. Nothing unusual about that – except that she backed over it.
Secondly, apparently my sister once went vole hunting. Yes, “vole hunting.” I have no clue why – something to do with a girls’ science club back in middle school. I just think it’s hilarious to think of a bunch of middle schoolers rampaging through the yard of some NCSU professor, flipping over stones, trying to find voles.