Let’s see - all my roadkill stories are from Texas…not surprising, I guess. LOL
Once on my way to work I startled a flock of buzzards feeding on a carcass - they all exploded out of the grass, and one of them was stupid enough to fly right in front of me. I wasn’t going very fast, but it was fast enough for that bird to CRASH into the windshield, leaving a spiderweb two feet across! The bird spiraled off into the bushes and I never saw it again. I sure as heck wasn’t stopping to help a BUZZARD!
Another time it was late at night and a possum ran in front of me. I HATE possums - they’re nasty disease ridden creatures and I decided not to swerve. Only, at the last second, I chickened out! Unfortunately, it was too late - I went bump bump…end of possum. It may have been nasty but I still felt awful!
There was also the cardinal, as I was driving home one day…wide open road - no cars around…I was going the speed limit (70 mph) and this flash of red comes swooping in front of me. I hit the brakes but didn’t swerve, but didn’t see it reappear. Several hours later, I got home, took stuff out of the car and was going back for another load and saw a poor pathetic little bundle of feathers in my grill. Talk about feeling guilty!
My sister has a story too - she was driving her big Suburban home one day, when a deer dashed out of the woods, in front of her vehicle. She hit the brakes, came to a full stop, as did the deer, which promptly sauntered off the road ahead of her. She was accelerating, thinking the danger was past, when the deer CHANGED its mind, whipped around and ran smack into the SIDE of her vehicle, breaking its neck and killing itself instantly! Who says the dingbats don’t have a deathwish?
They had venison for supper.
“Because he dodges bullets, Avi!!”