I think I might have killed a bird yesterday. It wasn’t my fault. The bird flew under my car from the side while I was driving. I didn’t hear anything, but in my rearview mirror I saw something fluttering along the side of the road. It’s possible that something under my car just clipped his wings, but it’s more likely Darwinism in action. Stupid birds shouldn’t breed either.
Unfortunately, this isn’t my first run-in with wildlife. I nearly hit a Cardinal during my driving test many years ago. I managed to avoided it, luckily, since I’m sure killing the state bird would have had a detrimental affect on my score.
I once killed a 9-point buck with my Beretta. Doesn’t that sound much cooler than “a huge deer rammed into my car?” The trooper who arrived on scene actually asked if I wanted to keep it. While venison is pretty tasty, I’m not exactly sure how I would have gone about that. I’m guessing you can’t drop road kill off at the local butcher and ask for some steak and chops.
Wow.. getting out of the way when I see you coming. I killed a squirrel once and moped for days – I was convinced that the squirrel family was in mourning..