R.I.P.
Last night as I was driving home from work a squirrel darted out into the road in front of the car ahead of me. With nervous anticipation I watched as it crossed the path of the car and under the vehicle. I so hoped it would exit the other side unscathed, but alas, the car ran over the little fella. I was quite distraught and rather annoyed that the driver in front of me didn't even swerve to miss the squirrel. I mused that perhaps the driver didn't see it.
I know that squirrels are little more than furry rodents, but still, it just seems like a senseless death. Much more so when you factor that the driver probably didn't care. As I passed the scene I thought for a second that perhaps the squirrel wasn't hurt
that much, but realistically, I knew his life was over.
I'm not a very religious person at all, but I actually found myself saying a little prayer for the squirrel - just that he would die fast with little pain. During this time NPR was broadcasting a story about the church fire in Chicago and they started playing some of the gospel music sang there. Hokey or not, I took it as a sign that the squirrel was in a better place.
In other news, my Play-Doh snowman at work completely dried out. I'm trying to resuscitate the Play-Doh by adding water to it in its container. We'll see if that works. ;)
Happy MLK weekend!