I wasn't, but I often forget that not everyone is as mad as I am on the roads. I put my bike out in the path of oncoming traffic every day
I'd run you over without feeling guilty.
I saw something horrible and can't unsee it!
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I'd run you over without feeling guilty.
I was driving behind a flatbed truck with a tarp on the back across the Bay Bridge on a rainy day years ago when a kitten suddenly appeared on the road in front of me scrabbling it's little paws on the metal grid-like surface of the bridge. There wasn't time to do anything but swerve a little bit to avoid it. I have no doubt it was killed as it was rush-hour traffic, but that image haunted me for a long time. I have to think it was a feral cat with its mother on the vehicle in front, but I have no clue where it came from.
The most awful thing I think I've seen was television footage of a striker in Las Vegas getting run down by a car breaking a picket: the wheel goes over him lengthwise from crotch to face - I cannot imagine he survived that. One of those things from a clip show that I wished I hadn't switched on.
The most awful thing I think I've seen was television footage of a striker in Las Vegas getting run down by a car breaking a picket: the wheel goes over him lengthwise from crotch to face - I cannot imagine he survived that. One of those things from a clip show that I wished I hadn't switched on.
That sounds like a really crappy experience, propita.
It helps (a little) to think of it as the circle of life.
About ten years ago, I was taking a walk in the morning, and saw a squirrel get run over. It tried to dash across the street in front of a car, and the front wheel went right over its head.
Aw, shit, I thought. Poor little thing. But then, as I walked by, a crow flapped over and landed next to the still-warm corpse. You could practically see the thought balloon over its head: "Score! Breakfast!"
It sucks that those baby birds died, but their remains may well feed a whole generation of baby scavengers.
It helps (a little) to think of it as the circle of life.
About ten years ago, I was taking a walk in the morning, and saw a squirrel get run over. It tried to dash across the street in front of a car, and the front wheel went right over its head.
Aw, shit, I thought. Poor little thing. But then, as I walked by, a crow flapped over and landed next to the still-warm corpse. You could practically see the thought balloon over its head: "Score! Breakfast!"
It sucks that those baby birds died, but their remains may well feed a whole generation of baby scavengers.
Cruelty always gives you that sick feeling in your stomach no matter when it is viewed. And as they say ... what goes around ... comes back around to bite you when you least expect it. The driver will get his someday.
He was probably refering to the chicks that the OP saw
The baby birds from the original post.
I wasn't, but I often forget that not everyone is as mad as I am on the roads. I put my bike out in the path of oncoming traffic every day
I'd run you over without feeling guilty.
And I'd sue you for everything you have.
But this is a debate for another thread
Oh, DUH! This heat must be getting to me.
No problem.
It's been disgustingly hot here too.I once hit bear. That was a bit scary.
My dad and his wife were once hit by a deer.
They were on a gravel road, one night, and it came charging up out of the ditch and ploughed into the passenger door. Killed itself.
Fortunately, Saskatchewan Government Insurance has no deductible for damage caused by wildlife.
Another gravel-road story with a happier ending--my stepbrother was driving home slowly, through a fog, and hit a cow that had wandered out into the road.
The impact cracked the windshield on the crappy Plymouth Horizon he was driving, but the cow simply mooed and ran off into the fog. Our neighbour checked his herd the next day, but none of the cows seemed any the worse for wear.
My girlfriend is extremely sensitive to anything sad or painful involving animals and I sometimes have to protect her from seeing such things. I completely understand how upsetting that could be to you propita. I am sorry you had to witness it.
I was 11 when the movie "Jaws" first came out. My Dad didn't want me to see it. Not because of the people getting eaten by the shark, but because the shark dies in the end. (spoilers, sorry)
I was not upset by a mechanical shark getting destroyed.
Sure hope so. That’s why my Mom says, “May they get what they deserve.” That way, she doesn’t say anything bad in case the person is good in ways she’s unaware of.
