I come from a part of America where hitting deer is a real problem. I’ve struck several myself, including two at once. The Wisconsin roads are littered with dead bambis.
Other places, like Alaska and Minnesota, have a bigger problem on their hands when moose wander out from the forests.
But nothing back home tops a camel for sheer bulk and destructive power. The camel is doubly dangerous compared to normal roadkill because a car (unless its a Fiat or an MG and slips clean beneath the swaying belly) will make contact with the animal right square on the front windshield, sheering it off.
And, be careful, they spit.