(warning: not for the weak of stomach, or soft of heart)
So, I’m driving down the road yesterday morning on the way to work, minding my own business, when the car in front of me – quite a ways in front of me – runs over a chipmunk.
Doesn’t kill it, but leaves it flopping around in agony in the middle of the road.
I swerve to avoid hitting it again.
Would it have been kinder to AIM for it, and put it out of its misery?
Maybe, but I couldn’t do it.
I’m either bad at being good, or good at being bad.