When you drive for a living you're going to hit a critter here and there.

[Tobin S.]

I was coming up on the little town of Nelsonville, Ohio a couple of nights ago when I ran over a raccoon. It was dark and I didn't see it until it was too late to take evasive maneuvers. I was hoping that there was enough clearance for me to go over top if it and leave it unharmed, but I got it with my wheels.

The next night I was coming up on the same spot expecting to see a raccoon carcass, but there was nothing there. Either that raccoon was Superraccoon or the town of Nelsonville has a daily carcass patrol to clean up the squished critters.

I've become desensitized to this sort of thing. It happens often enough that it doesn't really bother me too much now. I've hit opossums, raccoons, and many birds large and small. I've been fortunate not to hit something that would do damage to my vehicle, like a dear, although I've had some close calls. And I've never hit a dog or a cat. Hitting someone's pet would bother me.