- Two suicidal cats who darted in front of my car at three in the morning.
- One wounded quail, limping ever-so-slowly across the road.
- A bunch of ducklings.
I felt the worst about the ducklings. What is it about ducklings? I could run over a different type of animal and not feel TOO bad, but running over a whole family of ducklings ranks right up there with punching puppies--nearly unforgivable!
I'm still haunted by the image of their little wings flapping in panic as they tried to escape my car. Luckily, they got away, but I very nearly became a murderer.
Seriously, ducklings, didn't your mother ever teach you to not play in the road?
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Oh my dear friend, how you make me laugh.
I had to write in honor of your post. Perhaps you will understand my twisted sense of humor. Or not...
Anyway,
http://everpost.blogspot.com/2010/05/drawing-in-lines.html
"A DUCK!!!"
AHH! I feel the same way out here in New Orleans! I am anxious all the time while driving because I keep almost hitting birds and dogs and cats and I Hate it!
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