this morning, a bunny darted in front of my car. and then he did it again. and again. see, that whole zigzag running thing that rabbits do to evade predators doesn't work so well for them with cars. HOWEVER, i did manage to avoid killing it. jeez.
i remember my dad came home fairly upset once when i was a kid. he was driving on the highway, and all of a sudden, there was a cat. and at 65 miles per hour (or, let's be honest here - 85), he couldn't stop. he was so bothered by it. he couldn't believe there was a cat on the highway, and was so torn up about being the one to have killed it. that's stuck with me all these years.
i have only killed one thing while driving. i was probably 20, and it was at jesus camp, of all places. i used to drive a big old pickup truck with a trailer attached, which the kids sat on to be transported down to the lakes and the horse stables. it was a lot safer than it sounds. or not. probably not. at any rate, there was a turtle in the road one day. and with a trailer full of kids hitched to the back, slamming on the brakes was not in the cards. i managed to miss it with the truck, straddling it with my tires and hoping the trailer would do the same. NO. on my next pass, there it was. at least its death was a quick one, as it was squashed flat. i felt so horrible, and still do many, many years later. (JEBUS, I AM OLD).
dave has a much better roadkill story than i do, and it actually manages to be a little funny. sacré bleu! quelle horreur! yes. i will have him dictate it to me one day so you may all be disturbingly entertained.
have you ever run over anything while driving? did you cry?
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Yes. An armadillo, and it made the loudest metal "THUNK" sound b/c I, too, straddled it. It was still with it enough to run down to the other side of the bridge by my parents old house, and I like to think it was just a little shaken. But I cried and cried! We also got run into by a deer in the Ford Focus, but Patrick was driving like a maneuvering machine! We just had a little hair stuck on the side of the car. I think we literally grazed each other. But it is scary as HELL seeing a giant deer run at the passenger side of the car!! Especially when you are the passenger! Maggie and I saved a turtle over the summer who had wandered out into the middle of our road. We drove it back to the house and put it down by the creek in the back. She named him Sully. I always wonder if the turtle had worked really hard to get that spot in the road just to have us take him back where he started. Perhaps he was swearing at us in turtle talk..."Listen ya bitch! Do you know how LONG it took me to get that effing far??? Fuck you!"...but in turtle. (Sorry for this response to those with sensitivity to swearing animals)
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