I just went out to pick up some Krazy Glue for a repair job. My mile-long road is *very * dark, with no lights anywhere. And I ran right over a big fat old muskrat. Least I think that’s what it was.
I came home crying. I’ve only ever hit a bird before. Poor thing.
I hit a deer once, about 6 years ago, it was stunned then ran off. I’m so sure that poor thing died. I was upset for 2 days, then got over it. I named her Stella.
I killed a bird 2 weeks ago, just came up on my car one day and saw two little orange bird feet staring at me through the car grill. It was a morning dove, I never saw it. I’m still picking feathers out of my engine.
Don’t worry. I cried the one time I hit something. It was a opossum. It was kind of cute, too. It was it’s own stupid fault, though, it wouldn’t move. 
Three years ago I was on the way to a party. A squirrel fell from a power line and landed in the middle of the hood of the car coming towards me. It bounced off and landed in the road in its death throws. (It was VERY clear this animal would not live) I felt horrible. I couldn’t decide if I should turn around and run over it again to put it out of its misery, or keep on driving. It bother me all night and I even dreamt about it later…
In other words, you aren’t alone. 
It’s OK. I haven’t hit anything (knock on wood), but I once saw the truck in front of me hit a squirrel. The thing was practically thrown to the side of the road, where I watched it convulse in its death throes. As soon as the light turned green, I pulled aside at the next cross street and went to go see the poor thing and determine whether or not it was alive. I have no idea what I would have done if it had been; probably something incredibly stupid like attempt to take it to the vet. However, it was dead. I was in tears by the time I got home, and I hadn’t even killed the poor squirrel.
There goes muskrat love.
Weird simulpost! Points to you for spelling “throes” correctly! <sigh> I was never a great speller.
Was it Muskrat Susie or Muskrat Sam? I guess they’re doing the jitterbug up in Muskrat Heaven now.
Hmm, once I ran through a whole swarm of bugs. Not sure what they were, but I ran into them just as they took a dive, so I probably eliminated a few hundred of them.
Ahh well…
I don’t like running over critters in the road, but I’m not going to take drastic action to avoid them. It seems like if you swerve one way they just run right into you anyway. But, if it’s black with a white stripe down its back, I might put a little extra effort into missing that dude. :eek:
Maybe you could have fixed it with the Super Glue?
Sorry. What I meant to say is that I’d feel just the same. I have a terrible fear that something will run out in front of me when I’m driving.
That’s horrible, and I’m really sorry it happened to you. I’ve never hit anything (KNOCK KNOCK), but one of my greatest driving fears is that I would hit a cat some day. I love cats, and I think they’re so special and important and I’ve always felt very attuned to them, and I would be a complete wreck if I ever hurt a cat. Of course, I’d never want to hit a dog or an opposum or a muskrat either, but for me, a cat would be the worst.
:dubious: No bugs where you live?
Fortunately, I’ve never run over anything cute and furry. But I have hit birds before and cried, and I cringe when I think I’ve run over a toad or frog…
Muskat is good eatin’
Mr. Ujest aims for rabbits.
Rabbits are evil.
Nope, not a single one. No bugs here anywhere. Don’t you wish you lived here? 
HAHAHAHAHA! You are OLD! :points and laughs:
OK. So am I. I came in here to do a Captain and Tenille joke too.
I do know what they’re talking about, but only from the movie: My Fellow Americans.
sniffle, puts up a little gravestone for the poor muskrat
…I wonder how muskrat would taste broiled or put in a stew…
I’m sure it’s very nutria-icious.