Sunday, October 26, 2008
My First Roadkill
That's right. About two hours ago my Chevy Suburban squashed an animal out in Worcester. It might have been a fox, a dog of fox-like color with pointy ears, or a cat that looked like a fox.
I was not driving recklessly fast, and I did hit the brake. It galloped in full-stride straight under my wheels. My brother will testify in my defense.
Now I didn't stop to identify the animal. Was I supposed to? I had just eaten.
I notified my father and instructed him to verify my kill in the morning. That is....if he can get there before the local Chinese restaurateur.
About 10-15 years ago, my mother actually hit a black bear with her car up near the New Hampshire border. She trembled in her demolished car - too panicked to use her *emergency* cell phone while the wounded bear circled about. State Troopers eventually came and shot the bear. So as a roadkiller I have good pedigree even though I've obviously gotten off to a slow start.
You know, the other day I was just thinking that I had never so much as run over a squirrel.
Hah! All I have to do is think.