- Aug 21, 2002
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I was driving 45 mph down a road and saw a squirrel run across the street from right to left. He just crossed the yellow line and stopped, looked around and went back the other way, right in front of me. I decided rather than slam on the brakes and screech to a halt and/or swerve, I'd keep going and hope as he heard me get closer he'd turn back and continue crossing or that he'd be half way across the lane by the time I got to him and I'd basically straddle him... nope... thump thump. Ran straight over him with both tires. Probably better that way so it was pretty much instant rather than taking off his tail or one of his legs or just his hind quarters or something. I felt bad seeing a brown, fuzzy ball motionless in my rear view mirror. I've never killed an animal before. 