Reply #9: Eh. That would actually make little difference to me

[quakerboy]

On the street or in the grill, its all the same. I turned around and went back because I suspected a glancing hit, and was prepared to end the little things misery. Glad not to have to, it must have been a damn quick end which is some consolation.

When I was a kid, I found a paralyzed snake. I'm pretty sure one of the neighborhood kids had run him over with a bike, its the only explanation I can think of. About 2/3rds down from his head, he crooked, and that tail bit was dead weight. I kept him for a while, and tried to nurse him back to health. I think I did pretty good, but it turns out that snakes need control of the tail bit to poo. We did our best to milk it out of him when he got backed up, but in the end it was not enough. It sure did love to wrap around a warm wrist or hand and just soak up heat though. Friendliest wild snake I ever met. It never even tried to bite.