Might have been caught on my rearview camera, although doubtful. Seriously though, I am always saddened by the death of any living being, human or otherwise (unless you're a chicken or a cow, in which case I am sorry but I have to eat you)
I hit a cardinal last week, and I might have a feather or two and some blood still plastered to my grill (along with hundreds of love bugs that Rita was too lazy to wash off {or is it me that is too lazy}) Anyway, should I take a picture of that?
I once hit a turtle with my windshield. Think about it. Seriously, I hit a turtle with my windshield. The car in front of me hit the turtle, causing it to fly up in the air, just as I was passing by in the next lane. The turtle ricocheted straight up in the air quite a ways. I looked in my rear view mirror just in time to see it smash into the highway and shatter into pieces. It was actually quite funny at the time.
Did it die? Because I seriously don't want to have to read this book, especially if I can just find out now.
About six months ago I had a mocking bird fly under my car while I was going 40 and then hit the back of my undercarriage. Stupid bird. I don't know why, but this last line cracked me up.
