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thejunipertreeI'm so unhappy right now.
On the way home from the diner, I hit a bunny whilst driving down White Horse Pike.
I saw him at the last second, swerved to avoid him. But, only avoided him with my front tires. The *thump!* that followed under my back tires almost made me vomit. I screeched to a halt, threw on my hazard lights, and opened my door to look back.
Unmoving dark lump in the middle of my lane.
This is the part where I start crying uncontrollably and shaking.
A couple of cars go by, I'm still crying. And afraid to get out and go look because WHAT IF HE'S STILL ALIVE, BUT ALL FUCKED UP?!
...gah...
I finally get out and get the ice scraper out of my trunk. Stumble 20 yards back to where he's lying and creep slowly closer. No movement. I get right next to him, no movement. I lean down and press my fingers to where you can normally feel bunny pulse. No pulse. No movement.
Cry, cry, and more cry.
I manage to get the scraper under him and take him over to the grass on the side of the road, trying not to look at the entrails in the street. I apologise to him the entire time.
why the fuck did they come out his mouth?! I don't understand this.
I get back into the car and take another ten minutes to calm down.
Someone said to me the other night that they thought bunnies run out into the street like that because of some sick rabbit initiation into bunny gangs.
I'm so retarded. It's just that I turn into a lip-quivering five year old girl when rabbits are involved. :/
On the way home from the diner, I hit a bunny whilst driving down White Horse Pike.
I saw him at the last second, swerved to avoid him. But, only avoided him with my front tires. The *thump!* that followed under my back tires almost made me vomit. I screeched to a halt, threw on my hazard lights, and opened my door to look back.
Unmoving dark lump in the middle of my lane.
This is the part where I start crying uncontrollably and shaking.
A couple of cars go by, I'm still crying. And afraid to get out and go look because WHAT IF HE'S STILL ALIVE, BUT ALL FUCKED UP?!
...gah...
I finally get out and get the ice scraper out of my trunk. Stumble 20 yards back to where he's lying and creep slowly closer. No movement. I get right next to him, no movement. I lean down and press my fingers to where you can normally feel bunny pulse. No pulse. No movement.
Cry, cry, and more cry.
I manage to get the scraper under him and take him over to the grass on the side of the road, trying not to look at the entrails in the street. I apologise to him the entire time.
why the fuck did they come out his mouth?! I don't understand this.
I get back into the car and take another ten minutes to calm down.
Someone said to me the other night that they thought bunnies run out into the street like that because of some sick rabbit initiation into bunny gangs.
I'm so retarded. It's just that I turn into a lip-quivering five year old girl when rabbits are involved. :/
Warning: Morbid As Fuck
Date: 2002-06-30 07:07 am (UTC)Skin, that is flesh, has an amazing tensile strength, and on something as small as a rabbit, is likely to hold together. It is, as becky said, something of a tube of toothpaste effect.
In high school I was driving with friends when we ran over a kitten. The driver laughed, and thought it was really funny.
I told him he was a sick fuck, he told me I was a faggot.
Now he is a Marine. Go figure.
Re: Warning: Morbid As Fuck
Date: 2002-06-30 02:00 pm (UTC)I told him he was a sick fuck, he told me I was a faggot.
I would have kicked him in the fucking teeth. I hate people like that /so/ very much that it rides on being psychopathic.