or, I came upon a roadkilled possum.
I know, I know. I just posted, but this didn't fit with what else I was going to say.
I did an awful awful thing last night. I killed a possum with my car while driving home from buying groceries. It's never happened before. I've always tried to be very careful and respectful of the animals that live near the road, so in 6 years of driving I've never had a mishap, although a few close calls. I smooshed the poor thing with my little Geo. I feel so guilty.
Don't worry, I'm not going to need therapy or anything like that and I'm not dragging myself over the coals over it. I did try to avoid it, but the critter ran under my car so there was nothing I could do. However, F seems to think it's hysterical. I told him about it as soon as I got home and I don't think he's stopped laughing yet. Although, I am talking about the guy who grew up in a rural area and has actually used a truck to hunt deer with.
Suddenly, I think I now understand how the subtleties got lost on him.
Happy driving.