Yes, I am responsible for that road kill...

I have been up since 7:30am.
Sure 7:30 may not seem THAT early, but for a college student on break...TRUST ME, IT IS.

Anywho, I woke up mighty early and drove 45 minuets south, to meet a collegiate friend at the Tacoma Mall, in efforts to help him shop for Christmas. I then drove 45 minuets north in the efforts to go home.

This is when disaster struck. I was driving my other friend Amy home when she started whimpering. Amy is a big fan of animals and tends to whimper every time she sees one, so naturally I assumed she saw someone walking a dog. So I said "What Amy, did you see a dog?!" She responded "No. You just ran over a squirrel."

If I had the ability, this would've been the perfect time for sound effects, a dramatic DUN DUN DUN, would have really added to the situation.

Anyways, I killed a squirrel. Since then I have been stuck in between laughter and hysterics. I want to cry because I hate the fact that I killed a mammal (it would've been cool if it was a snake, crow, or bug) and I want to laugh because the fact that I just killed a squirrel is kinda funny.

But here's the worrisome part; I had no idea that I killed it. Amy is the only reason I am aware of it's death. This information leads me to ask myself...How many squirrels have I killed in my driving lifetime? Was this the first? Will it be the last? How do I pay tribute to the fallen solider?

All I can say is Mr/Ms.Squirrel, family of Mr/Ms.Squirrel, I am terribly sorry!
But I cannot promise that it won't happen again.