Ricky Raccoon has died too soon...

...because I squattered him on my way to the gym this morning. Talk about feeling TERRIBLE! I have only run over 2 things in my whole life (well, 3 if you count my dad's foot). I killed a squirrel when we first moved into the house. Ugh, he didn't have a chance. I literally watched his run over body get chucked from under my tire to the side of the road. And, the biggest and most sad kill had to be when I ran over my neighbor's cat. Yes, I told them about it. 
Anyway, this morning, I was running extra late. Should have left the house at 5:25am, but I didn't get up until then. So, naturally, I was speeding to get to the gym on time. I hurriedly rounded a sharp corner, saw their little eyes in the headlights and, before I could stop...CRUNCH! I'm sorry, Ricky Raccoon. I'd like to think that you probably had rabies and perhaps I put you out of your misery. I'm not sure about the health status of the squirrel of my neighbor's cat (at the time of the killing...I mean, now their health status is 'DEAD').

 In loving memory:

May they rest peacefully, without birds pecking out their eyes.