I hesitate to post this for a number of reasons but I think the reasons I should, outweigh.

I hit a moose the other night round 2030L. I stay careful about deer, especially at sunset but with the days approaching solstice, movement is much later than I realized. Also, moose eyes don’t reflect light the same as deer. And they. are. huge.

Which is why the damage to my truck is actually incredibly minimal. I should have shattered my windshield, crushed the grill. Hell, I’m surprised I didn’t run off the road entirely. Instead, I did what they tell you not to do in a deer crash; I swerved to try and get around a moose taller than a slightly lifted Toyota Tundra.

I didn’t stop. When I got home I looked up the proper procedure. I should have had a 12 ga in the truck to put the beast down without ki having to suffer. I was too afraid to stop along that road and I sure as hell wasn’t calling troopers. I’m a Black, queer, transman in a rural part of the country that’s 98% yt and any authority figure with a badge ain’t my friend. so I drove home with my fender flapping and the haunting sounds of moose cries in my ears.

I failed that moose. I wish i’d l known what to expect, how to move. I did my best, and hopefully I’ll be better prepared in the future.

I’m still here. I’ve got a purpose. I have to believe that.

Khonsu X