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Basically, mobile, aggressively-suicidal highway barriers. Any people outside the US want to hunt themselves a deer in the US, great. Their natural predators are gone, so they're just an unbounded infestation.
The last time I drove through West Virginia -- where they're the densest as states go -- right at the state border I saw a sign warning about deer. About 300 feet behind that, roadkill deer on the road. Another 300 feet, another roadkill deer.
I meant in a "how many are there" way. You're obviously a lot less likely to hit a Minke whale in your car.
I hit a minke whale in my pickup while driving home one night, just north of Belle Fourche, South Dakota. Son of a bitch breached over a guardrail and flopped down right in front of me before I'd even had a chance to hit the brakes. Hit him square in the blow hole and mangled the whole front end of the truck. The fishy bastard just dusted himself off and fucked off into the night, making them wierd ass whale noises at me the whole time. Ever since that night, I take the long way home.
It sounds like that was whaley traumatizing for you :(
Sometimes, when I think about it, I just start blubbering.