On a scale of one to ten, what’s the surest you’ve ever been at any one moment that something absolutely sinister was looking straight at you? I’d rate my experience earlier tonight at about an eight. I was driving home from my parents’ house around 10 p.m. They only live about ten minutes’ drive from me, but what a difference ten minutes makes. They’re out in the country, no streetlights, it’s Michigan in the middle of winter, and I’d made the terrific decision to take a relatively unkept road home. The same road where I collided with a deer not two months ago, instantly vaporizing my Christmas fund. It’s deer central out there. Well, I was headed down this road…