D'oh, a Deer

I hit a diminutive pre-dead deer the other day while driving.  I thought it was a lot smaller or my car was a lot higher (apparently I nearly bottom out over speed bumps) and I ravaged the corpse fiercely.  My car began making rather loud (Harley with a glasspack loud) so I swapped it out with another car at home.

I got a call from my dad:

Dad: Did you hit a deer?
Me: Yeah, how did you know?
Dad: Two things: the size of the dent, as well as the deer fur, deer blood, deer guts and what I think was a deer tooth lodged in your undercarriage.