I ran over a grounds dove bird yesterday.
It just wouldn't move - and I thought if I drove slow and kept him targeted for the middle of my car, everything would be fine. But nope it stood there.
And then...
I felt....
the bump....
and I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a flurry of brown and white feathers....
I was not happy.
Neither was my best friend who was listening to me freak out as a recorded message on her answering machine 20 minutes after the fact and thought that I was having some sort of mental breakdown.
I am a killer.
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