Grossness

I ran over a rat with my bike tonight. And I knew I was going to do it, too. The moment I mounted my bike, before I even LEFT the house, I knew that I was going to run one over tonight. I don't know how I knew.

I was almost at my destination, made a tight turn onto a sidewalk, and as I slowed down, about thirty feet up, a rat ran from the gutter across to the shrubbery next to the building I was riding next to. I tried to swerve away from it but it was too fast, and ran underneath my tire. It shrieked, stopped, and spun over. I looked over my shoulder to see it shaking itself as though it had been stunned, but continue to run into the shrubbery.

My friend said at least I didn't kill it. I just think I sentenced it to a painful death.