Tuesday November 29, 2005

I am a murderer

On the drive home from a friend's house tonight, I got too wrapped up in singing a Green Day tune on the radio to pay complete attention to the road. While passing through a relatively busy area, I saw in my peripheral vision a large black and white animal dart in front of my car. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to swerve out of the way. The front of my car bounced upward as the animal (which I think may have been a cat of significant girth) went under my tires.

With my heart racing, I checked in my rear view mirror after I passed but saw nothing. There was nothing on the road behind me! No dead animal carcass anywhere. I panicked, thinking the poor critter must have been flung from the street, or worse yet, caught under my car. There was no way that this thing could have gotten up and run away; I was going nearly 40 miles an hour when I hit it dead on. It gave my car hydraulics.

I then pulled over to check if the poor thing was splayed out on my tires. Nothing. So I drove back to the murder scene to look for it. I needed to know what happened to him. But there was nothing. After a while I gave up and drove home, completely horrified that I just took out what very well could have been someone else's beloved pet. I feel horrible.