Thursday, June 05, 2008


I hit a racoon with my brother's car last night. It was an accident, but I feel terrible about it. Why, why, couldn't it have been a cat?


At 9:09 AM, Blogger Joyce said...

lol u never cease to amuse me... in a good way!

did hte raccoon become roadkill?

At 6:17 AM, Blogger Nic said...

I always swerve to avoid running over already dead possums. I just feel like they're bodies are filled with black stinky tar-like oil, that will eat through the rubber of my tires and/or cause me to skid uncontrolably to my death. Much to the delight of the waiting family of the deceased.

Anyway.....what's the deal with you and cats?

At 4:48 PM, Blogger thea said...

I'm pretty sure it was dead, but I didn't stop to check because it was late and dark and I didn't have a shovel or anything to put it out of it's misery if it wasn't.

I knew a guy who ran over a rabbit and killed it, but then backed over it again for fun, and then went back and forth just to make it longer. Actually, I did that too, but with a thanksgiving turkey, which somehow seems different.

At 6:25 PM, Blogger thea said...

I don't know why I hate cats so much (I don't actually want to kill one). They scared the crap out of me when I was a little kid. When I was 5 I had a babysitter who had a cat named Psycho Kitty, which in reality was probably quite tame, but in my memory was a killing machine with razor-sharp claws. I once watched it attack and destroy a large crow.

I also had a lot of pet rabbits, so cats were a natural enemy. That's probably part of it.


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