More Death.

Two days ago, it happened again, this time to a rabbit.

I was driving home, heading for the last street before turning in. I took the turn wide, as I sometimes do, and started to correct and pick up speed. A rabbit scampered out of the brush at the left, turned sharply back and retreated several feet, then turned again and headed full steam into the road and under my tire. A rabbit.

Just before we got married many years ago, we were driving along a road in a treed subdivision, when a squirrel appeared, started to dash into the road across the path of our onrushing car, and, then, as clever squirrels will do, turned one hundred eighty degrees and attempted to return to the side of the road where he started. This is a well-known and usually successful manoeuvre, whereby a squirrel, in an attempt to evade a fox, will spin around and escape by dashing right between the po' boy's legs. Alas, my front tire was not a fox, and crushed him. It was a bad note leading up to a wedding.

And, again, in college, many many years ago, a cat loped out into the road in front of my car, at night, as if seeking out the very spot where he would meet the onrushing tire, and was crushed.

I hope this is at an end.