Roadkill Rabbit

I was disturbed last night when a bunny ran in front of my car. While I slowed down to avoid hitting it, the bunny inevitably scraped the underside of my car and met his unfortunate death. I guess that these incidents are inevitable around Kirtland, where Jackrabbits and Prairie Dogs run amock. But that still doesn't make me feel good about it.

The irony of it all is that just hours earlier, I had been joking with my superiors about "car hunting," or deliberately using one's vehicle to kill animals for food. I guess it's not so funny anymore.