I'm so sorry, Senyar. I once hit a kitty on a busy expressway, and I cried about it for days.

Oh no! I'm sorry.

Ugh. So sorry, Senyar.

Once I was remarking on how I had never hit an animal with my car, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth when a bird dive bombed into my windshield, leaving a small burst in the glass.
Another time a kitten ran into the intersection where the highway lets out into the main road and disappear into my wheel well. I pulled over but there was no sign of it and it was a deserted time of night on the road. We saw nothing, no sign of it whatsoever, but there was no body to be found. Ghost kitty.
Meanwhile, once my sister took my car and creamed a bunny rabbit, left the mess on the car. I never imagined such ropiness as a consequence.
I see animals on the road a lot where I live and I've seen people go out of their way to kill them.
Cars are dangerous things. It's amazing they don't do more damage and at times it is quite unavoidable.
Sorry it happened.
I remember reading an askme question of a woman who was very badly shaken up by seeing a deer and a truck collide very graphically. It made me think of how much blood I see on the highway, where it could have only been a deer or a random dinosaur attack.

I feel incredibly lucky not to have killed anything with a car yet, but last week I was bicycling home from the train and I heard and felt a buzzing bumblebee collide with the left side of my face. I still feel guilty as I suspect the bumblebee did not survive the encounter. (Love bumblebees.)

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I'm sorry, Senyar.

Sorry :(

That happened to me once. I felt quite guilty about it for a long time afterward

I'm sorry to hear this, Senyar. This has happened to me twice, now. :(

This has happened to me several times. . .the most disturbing was in rural Oregon when a bird got stuck in the grille of the van I owned at the time, and then one of the dogs seeing it and grabbing it (once I was stopped) and chomping it down.

It's never fun. *hug*

Dead armadillos are all over the roads in the South; I bicycled through and saw them all the time. They spent so long evolving those beautiful little protective shells, and now we come along and smoosh 'em to dead so easy.

I was the passenger on the back of a motorcycle once. The driver took a pheasant in the helmet at about 80 miles an hour. His head snapped back and hit mine and I saw a spray of blood shoot into the air. I thought he'd been shot. We pulled over and he wiped blood and feathers from his helmet. It was quite gross. He said if I hadn't been on the bike that he'd probably have gone off the back.

This is the same guy that took a giant june bug in forhead that broke skin and sub-dermally embedded bug guts and legs. That was also super gross.