It happened this morning, the thing I've always dreaded since I started driving: I accidentally ran over and killed an animal this morning on my way to work. It was a squirrel.
The little guy was sitting in the middle of the road, and I'd just come around a curve--and I couldn't stop in time. I tried to kinda veer over to the side, but I guess he ran under my driver's-side tires. I felt two little bumps under the tires and I knew it was over. I glanced back in my rear-view mirror and there he was, no longer a live little creature.
Dangit. May he go to a place where he can run and scamper without fear of death.