“You know,” she mused, “it’s far more likely that we’ll be killed by a moose than a truck.” “What.” I saw her nod sagely out of the corner of my eye. “You can’t see their eyes shine in the dark like you can with deer because they’re too tall. That’s also what makes them so deadly—their moosely bodies are at the same height as a windshield. And then—BAM!” She smacked her palm with her other hand, making me jump. “Instant death!” “I’m much less tense now, thank you.”
