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Wednesday night I killed an opossum. I have a relatively small list of horrifying/scary/emotional moments in my life, and I think running over a living thing with your car and knowing that you very likely just ended it's life, makes that list.
I was driving home from the boys' house, merging from 64 East to 95 North when something came running across the interstate. I can't say that I have the fastest reaction time and that may have been the first folly in this story. In my head I thought, "please run faster!" because suddenly I couldn't think what I should do and then there was that horrific moment when I struck him. I'm not a crier really, but I almost cried here. I just kept thinking how I had just killed something bigger than an insect and I've never done that before. Then there was a strange noise coming from my car, I thought maybe I had a flat tire and in my head one side of my car seemed to be lowering. So I pulled off the interstate only to realize that this was a neighborhood I refused to stop in. So I stayed on the back roads and drove slowly until I reached a place I felt safe (WaWa). I checked my tires, but they were all just fine (except that they were accomplices to murder). I got back in the car, knowing my tires were ok, and kept driving, but there was that noise again.
I kept fearing that it was the opossum, hanging on to the bottom of my car and scrapping against the pavement as I drove, so I drove slower so as not to harm him anymore. Then, when I got home I kept imagining a little opossum paw reaching out and grabbing my ankle, saying in a raspy, labored voice, "You won't get away with this!"
It frightened me (did I mention this was around 11:30 at night?)
So I jump out of my car and head in to the house. This morning when I left the house I noticed that the under carriage cover for my car was hanging down. Then I felt like I should have known that sound last night as my old car had a problem with this and it was always scraping against the ground.
I mean, I'm grateful it wasn't the opossum's body, but I'm still super sad that the whole event occurred. I may have to go to some grief counseling for this one.
P.S. Many thanks to Punkin for coming over last night and fixing it so I can at least drive.