We ran over a raccoon last night on our way home from the IL's. They live out in the middle of nowhere. It was dark. It ran out in front of us from the ditch on the right side of the road. I screamed something, H braked but not hard/fast enough because he didn't see it right away (we were going 60mph) and then thumpthumpthump.
H kept going and we were silent for a full minute before he asked if I was ok. I asked if my car was ok. Neither of us feels badly about this. I feel bad about not feeling bad, lol.
Oh, and I realized later at home that we were driving on Coon Hill Road. No joke.
Once before I thought I hit a tiny (KUUS, avert your eyes!)rabbit that ran out of the park by my old house. I got out and looked for it and never found anything. There was no thump with that one, I just saw it darting under my car out of the corner of my eye. H got really upset when he thought he hit a goose last year. We're not totally insensitive, just with raccoons apparently.
Post by cuddlyevil on Nov 11, 2013 12:42:48 GMT -5
I made a roadtrip back home where it seemed like birds were going out of their way to commit suicide using my car.
Then I put a squirrel out of it's misery after it had been seriously injured by the van in front of me (it was paralyzed from the back end down). I didn't aim for it, but couldn't move around it in time either That one made me cry.
Once I pulled a motzie and DID hit a raccoon. Then-bf wanted to go back and rescue it and nurse it back to health. I was like NO, DUDE. We have places to be. Call animal control or something if you're so concerned. So he called 911 and told them there may or may not be an injured or dead raccoon on the side of the 101 or maybe it had gone somewhere else and to please look for it.
Heartless bitch, party of one. And I bet a dozen cop cars were out there in no time flat, picking through the brush because it was obviously the most important job of their night.
I once hit a squirrel or chipmunk (so fast it was hard to tell). I saw it on the one-lane overpass/interchange I was on and specifically moved to avoid it. At the last second it moved and darted right into the path of my car. I cried about that one. H tried to make me feel better by saying it clearly committed suicide (when I called him crying).
I had a convertible in college and driving down the road I hit a bird in the butt at the top of wind shield. I heard it go meeeep. I have no idea if it flew off and was ok.
Post by doctorchick on Nov 11, 2013 18:27:39 GMT -5
On the way to church with DH, I had a bird fly into my side mirror. I'm not 100% certain that I killed him, but he left feathers behind. DH still teases me for it.
Also, despite just eating a huge dinner, I'm already planning out what sweet treat should follow.
I hit a pheasant once and it got caught in the fog light hole thing underneath my car. When I got to my bf's house, I told him what happened. He looked to see if there was damage to my car and that's when he found it and pulled it out. There was no blood, or anything, and he brought it into the house where his mom proceeded to pluck it and cook it. They also tried to convince me to put the tail feathers in my hair since it was my 'first kill'.