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I saw a halfdead squirrel on my way to work. Wish I had not. Its tail was still moving the eyes strangely white an pushed out of its skull. A bright, red sea of blood was comming out of its nose. Its beautiful red-brown fur was glistening in the sun.I could not help the animal. I felt sad.

Because some asshole doesnt know how to swerve off the road.

:(

this happened to me and i felt like total shit, the cutest looking little baby squirrel darted out of nowhere in front of my car with no time for me to swerve or stop. i did wish i crashed into a truck instead of killing that thing, it's the only time i hit something. no wait once a bird decided to fly straight into the grill of my car on the freeway, i guess it kind of hit me

i was super high and driving at about 15 miles an hour in a residental and SLAMMED on my brakes for a kitten. the kitten was saved! my friend however hit the windshield, but due to such a low velocity impact he was injury free. (we had to pull over to laugh for about an hour)

I don't like it when I see half-dead squirrels flopping on the road. Flopping like fish.

everyone should carry around a couple doses of injectable cyanide in their glove compartments...um or maybe not...how about a machete?

that was what i wished for that moment