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One time we were driving to Montana in our big Ford Expedition (which is what I'm driving now...friggin' biggest lunker ever) and we were towing a 4-wheeler trailer with 3 ATVs loaded on it and we were going 50 MPH on this little two-lane highway at 2 in the morning when a racoon decided to skitter out into the road right in our path.
Now, being in an enormous top-heavy SUV that's an older ('97, to be exact) model without some of the safety features that the new ones have today, not to mention being laden with about a ton of ATV machinery on the back, there wasn't exactly anything we could do to slow down or even attempt at swerving out of the way.
A loud -BA-BUMP!- jarred me out of my uncomfortable sleep.
"Poor little guy," my dad said. "Oh, well. There was nothing we could really do."
And it's true! I didn't even feel bad from that, because it was unavoidable. And we were driving around at 2 AM in the morning looking for the Cabin we were gonna stay at, and dammit, we weren't gonna stop in the middle of who-knows-where to scrape a raccoon off the road!
I'm pretty sure the Ton (maybe even more...I don't think the trailer hit him, though) of car traveling at 50 MPH killed him pretty quick, if not instantaneously, though. So, the li'l guy didn't really suffer.
There's my animal death story for the day.
[Edited on 11/28/2004 8:31:26 PM]