There are no deer in LA

The other day I was driving home down the winding 110 freeway. It was a bit dark and there were less cars than usual. Then I forgot where I was. I thought I was back home in rural San Antonio, TX driving home from my parents. It must have been the dark, winding, carless freeway that threw me off. Then I began to freak out and was looking for deer that may run across the road. I slowed down a bit. I finally remembered I was in busy LA. I told my roommate and we laughed about it. There are no animals to worry about on these freeways. Right after that I thought I saw a rabbit running across the freeway before I realized it was a white plastic bag. I guess my mind had not made the shift yet.