It is a personal choice for me to refrain from slowing down or swerving, even in the slightest, for a squirrel or bird. (I may make provisions for a dog or cat). My wife, naturally, objects to this decision and proceeds to panic when the pack of neighborhood squirrels is out in force on our street. I say that the squirrels are quick and darty and will make the right decision, and if not then natural selection has finally chosen to drop its selective gavel. Sooooo...
This Sunday morning on the way to church was no exception. As I made a left from Harm's Way (my seemingly joke of a street name) to Donnel, a number of nervous squirrels found themselves in their usual situation, playing their game of "which way should I run". As I did not swerve or slow down, wife panics, and we feel a slight bump underneath. I say we got out ok. I look back and no maimed squirrel. We are good.
Sunday evening I am heading out of the neighborhood, I go the same way. I see a slightly more than injured squirrel surprisingly in the same vicinity of the previous incident. My wife also at a different time saw said squirrel. She says, "You missed it, huh?" With more than a hint of sarcasm. I say, "Sure I missed it."
Coincidence.
