I know. I'm very sorry. As much as I hate the little rodents (yes, they're all cute and everything in an animated Disney movie, but they destroy gardens in my neighborhood), I don't like KILLING them!
In fact, I used to trap them in my yard and whenever I caught one, I'd drive to a very large park several miles from my house and set it free.
So this WAS an accident. I swear. The thing darted out from underneath a parked car and I didn't have enough time to react.
Well, that's not entirely true ... I had enough time to lift my feet off the floor of my vehicle like I was trying to prevent it from running up my leg ... ??? ... ! Weird how that was my natural instinct. It's not like the critter could get INSIDE my van while I ran over it. But I still felt the pthump, pthump as my tires ... you know ... (shudder).
I wasn't going to mention any of this 'cause there's nothin' pretty about it. Unless you're a gardener ... in which case I know you'll be wanting to award me with a medal of honor AND a trip to Disneyland. But that was on Tuesday as I was driving my daughters to school. Since then they repeatedly and without warning look at me, make the international sign for choking with their hands around their necks, stick out their tongues, make a dying sound ... and then laugh hysterically while chanting, "Mommy killed a squirr-el, Mommy killed a squirr-el!"
The worst part is that it's still lying on the side of the road and I have to drive by it at least a few times a day. You should see the rubbernecking action as we pass the ... remains.
I wonder where my girls get their morbid fascination.
Oh wait ... I think I just figured it out ... those apples did not fall from from this tree!
(Did I cross the line with my crime scene photo? Sorry. I have an occasionally hard.to.control gross streak. It escaped today.)