No, Bambi, No

Rice crispies, raspberries & nectarine

In the continuing saga of Bambis versus Iona,  whereby large be-antlered beauties launch themselves at my tiny car every time I drive home,  I remain as yet undented.  Come to think of it, so do they, but I think my poor little Peugeot would come off worse in a stag-automobile altercation.