I can’t believe I’m going on record with this, but … don’t bother calling Mythbusters. I have, quite inadvertantly, done the research myself.
Case 1: my neighbor’s incredibly stupid cat. (I posted about this here.) The cat in question was apparently snoozing directly behind my front left wheel. I got in, started the engine, waved good-bye to Mr. Horseshoe, put down the e-brake, went to shift, saw my purse strap had looped over the gearshift, moved my purse, blew Mr. Horseshoe a kiss (yeah, I’m goopy like that), shifted into reverse and THEN started to roll. That cat had a good ten seconds after I started my car to wake the hell up. He did not. bump Something shot, squalling, away from my car. One horrified glance at the Other Shoe’s horrified face told me everything I needed to know.
Chase ensued. A hose had to be involved when he hid in some dense shrubbery. Frankly, in hidsight I should have been able to tell he was probably going to be OK just by how hard it was to catch him. Vet trip ensued. Cat stayed overnight for observation, to make sure all internal workings were Ok. (Read: he peed and pooped successfully.)
result: No broken bones, no internal injuries, no ruptures, just a bruised leg and a weeklong limp. Vet tech assured me it happens often.
Case 2: This happened just the other week: going home in the dark on a 3-lane road near a wooded area. Car next to me is doing that annoying thing where you speed up to pass them and they start going faster, so you drop your speed and they start slowing down. (Don’t think he was playing games; fairly certain he was on his cell phone.) I look in my rearview to see the headlights of a car that is bearing down on us rather fast. In a few seconds, he’d come up on us and swerve over all three lanes to zoom around us both - he was going that fast. Picture a cop on his way to a robbery, except, y’know, not a cop. (Both of these are, unfortunately, common driving behaviors in Dallas.) My eyes go from my rearview back to the road, I just have time to think “Well, he’s just gonna have to go around” when a medium-sized raccon came barreling out from the shrubbery into the road directly in front of my car. There was literally nothing I could do without directly causing an accident. In fact, if I’d somehow missed him one of the other two would have hit the raccoon, so either way he was a goner.
result: raccoon dropped like a stone. I felt really, really bad
but dammit, there really wasn’t anything I could have done.
So in conclusion - since a medium sized raccoon is roughly the same size as a well-fed housecat (you shoulda seen the gut on this thing) - I can tell you that in a lightweight compact car, slowly rolling over an animal is not necessarily going to hurt it much, but bashing into it at 45 mph will, for sure.