OMG! ! ! !
I feel so terrible!
While I was driving to work this morning, there was a car behind me, and cars beside me driving in the opposite direction.
A squirrel runs out into the middle of my lane. . . .
I don’t swerve (because I can’t). . . . .
I don’t slow down because you aren’t supposed to (safety reasons). . . . .
The squirrel stops . . . . .
I adjust slightly so I make sure the squirrel is in the middle of my car, so I don’t run him over. . . . .
First set of wheels, cleared . . . . .
. . . . .the squirrel makes a run for it . . . . .
Kerthunk, pop and crunch . . . . . . .
*chin quiver*
I ran over Mr. Squirrel . . . .
Squirrelslaughter!
I had to call The Husband. I was fighting back tears.
To give you a better understanding as to how I hate road kill.
I don’t even like it when I see road kill on the road, I gag.
I don’t like it when my car or The Husbands car tires run over road kill, I gag.
This happened just over an hour ago. I am still traumatized, at knowing I possibly killed a little squirrel dad/husband who was probably out gathering food for his family, or out scouting a new housing location.
*Sigh*
I hope you have a better morning than I have.
