[Myself, my brother and my mother, in the car last night at about 11pm on a quietish back road.
Ma's driving.
Rabbit jumps out of hedge and charges across the road inches from the front tyres; it would have been squished but for the fact that our driver swerves and brakes hard enough to throw us up against the windows. :P]
Ma: Sorry... I just really hate hitting them... it makes you feel so sick afterwards...
Me & Gerard: (Various noises of "that's okay" and "how do you know if you have a concussion?")
[Car starts moving again.
As soon as it hits about 30mph again - i.e. roughly 5 seconds later -
brown blur whizzes out of hedge
brakes
and a definite *thump* this time.]
Ma: Oh shit... oh shit...
[We're still moving and about another 5 seconds ahead, we see a sad little brown shape on the road.]
Gerard: Ah well, someone beat you to that one.
Ma: (sorrowful noises)
Me: It could have been worse; what if you'd hit a cat or something?
Ma: I wouldn't have minded that as much, I don't like cats.
Me: But someone would miss a cat.
[pregnant pause]
Gerard: She didn't miss the rabbit.
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