I ran over a snake yesterday.
I. feel. AWFUL.
I even saw it in the road up ahead, but I swear I didn't think it was a snake. I mean, snakes in the road are NOT THAT COMMON around here, and it wasn't even moving. I just thought it was a piece of rope or something that fell off a passing car.
Until I was right up on top of it, and then it was too late.
Oh, I feel HORRIBLE. And the worst part is, I don't even think I killed it; it was still ... aw, shit ... writhing in the road when I looked in my rearview mirror after realizing what had just happened. And THEN I was all, like, maybe I should go back and run it over again to put it out of its misery? And then I was, like, but maybe it's a survivable injury and if I run it over again I really will kill it?
Bottom line, I didn't go back. I simply could not go back and do that again.
I feel awful. That poor snake. I didn't mean it, snake. I'm so sorry.