I didn't mean it.

I ran over a squirrel this morning. That has to mean some bad karma is coming my way. I've never ran over anything in my life. And this squirrel was running all willy-nilly across the street, probably trying to get to his hungry babies, and I hit him. Ran him over. Splat.

I looked in the rear view mirror, hoping that I missed him, but no. There he lie. Crumpled on the center line.

And so I'll be going to hell. Sorry squirrel. I hope your short life was plentiful.

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R.I.P Squirrel