I ran over a bird today. I felt pretty bad. He exploded in puffy feathers all over the road behind me, like what happens in an old fashioned pillow fight except on a slightly smaller and more tragic scale.
A moment of silence for our dearly departed bird.
In my own defense, he could have flown faster, and my car can't fly at all. Okay? He totally had the advantage. And, as I mentioned to a very dear friend of mine, I don't care if I was in his blind spot, he shouldn't have been sitting in the middle of the freakin' road.
What have you run over recently? And how do you live with yourself?