Nanny Goats Soap Box
Haven't commented for a while too many blogs to write and read and too little time...so sorry.
yOUr title in my reader caught me and I had to stop and read it.
Unfortunate events have a way of catching up to us.
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What if...a bra suddenly flew into your windshield!?? :O
Poor Bummer. I used to spend about an hour a week washing dead possum parts off my car back in the day I drove back country roads.
Thanks for the shout out! Nanny Goats has been my new favorite blog and I hope everybody hauls themselves over here for the fun times. Running over orange cats is an exception to that, though. Not so much fun.
One chilly October evening six years ago I was coming home from a girlfriend's house after picking up a dog crate for the very pregnant foster dog I had in the back of my 1988 Nissan station wagon. At that time, her subdivision was at the cusp of the What Once Were Woods, and a good many deer still cavorted about the area not realizing that they'd been evicted by Progress. As I drove along Durant Road, one such deer (a fair sized doe I believe) cavorted directly into my path. I stood the car on its nose, reefed into a 3-G left bank and almost missed her altogether. But my right front fender clipped her right rear quarter panel, leaving a nice little wrinkle behind my right headlight and probably a nice bruise on her right hip.
I say "probably" because the doe fled the scene. Without even stopping to exchange insurance information or anything.
B*tch.
oh bummer dude! poor matt. poor you. sorry...
hugs, bee
xoxoxoxxoxoxoxo
Bummer Bummer. I would have a heart attack if I hit a pet. I understand your reaction. But just think, Bummer is now traffic hazard free in kitty heaven. No more playing frogger for him! 
I, um, don't know if I should, er, tell you this...
Well, maybe I won't...
Well, it wasn't MY fault, it just ran out in front of my car, and don't ask ME what the damn thing was doing, running loose in the suburbs at 1 am on a Saturday...
But, um, yeah. Uh. I, well, uh, hit a goat.
Yes, I am going to spend an eternity in barnyard purgatory for goatslaughter with a 1978 Pinto.
NGIP--Thanks for the mention. And no, not Sac--Redding (groan).
I don't think anybody would blame you for not saying anything to the little boy about hitting his cat. You were just a kid yourself.
I'm lucky, the only thing I've ever hit was a bird that swooped in front of my car. I still felt bad about it though.
Does finding this post entertaining (actually I LOL'ed) make me a bad person?
But I keep my cats indoors because I've lost one or two to the road...Couple of dogs too.
Got a deer once myself... With a Subaru...Wrecked my front end.
But he was tasty!
I hit a raccoon when I was in high school - ran right over the little guys head - and I was upset for hours. I hit a cat once while I was riding my bicycle but, luckily, she was O.K.
I'm naming my next cat Bummer.
And yeah - hitting animals pretty much sucks. I hit this HUGE dog that just ran right out into the middle of the road. I couldn't brake or anything. *sadness*
Your name caught my I while reading comments on Just a girls blog. I glad I stopped buy!. very ehh funny in a sad kinda poor you way! lol
okay, loved this! what are the odds. but you made the right choice, you would have ruined him for life. LIFE!
I wouldn't have told them either. No point. Also, you're lucky you didn't get killed hitting that deer.
I once hit and killed a squirrel. By my reaction you'd have thought it was one of my own kids.
Oh, that's too bad for the kitty! I would have been beside myself. I ran over a snake with a lawnmower once when I was younger. I had a burial for it. Even made a tombstone. Poor snake in the grass.
Thank's for the idea with your comment! I would have to think on whare I would point (I have young readers)I just couldn't believe that OLD nanny (yes pun intended) said that!
Please stop by my other blog "Ask me why" and play the game some time.
Thanks again, Ken
Good post! A cat for me....I didn't freak but I got out to make sure he wasn't suffering.
Also, your joke: It's actually *after* he hits the windshield. Before he hits it, his ass is right where it belongs.
I hit a bird once, and I felt sooooo bad about it! That's the only animal I've ever hit though.
I have to drive through forest preserve areas to get to work. I
’m always afraid a possum, raccoon, skunk, deer will come barreling out and not give me enough time to avoid it.
However, if it
’s me or it, I’m slightly higher in the food chain so it’s going down. :o)
My first road kill involved two cats chasing each other across the road. I was still crying so hard when I arrived home, my mother thought something was seriously wrong with me. I wouldn't have been able to tell Matt I'd run over his cat either. Nope, I would have kept silent, Karma be damned.
If I had a nickel for every animal I've hit with a car ... ahhhhhh
What possible good would it have done to tell him? I think that keeping it to yourself was the best thing. I would have had to hide in the bathroom and cry though.
I once had a woman scream her head off at me in the middle of the road because someone hit a bird. She was standing there cupping this wretched looking starling or something and I slowed down because I was about to ask her if she needed help and she said, "Get the hell out of the way you fat f-ing bitch!" Um, okay. I'm glad you are so concerned about the birdies of the air, because you are pretty much a douchenozzle as far as people go. And way to completely over-react, anyhow. I've put broken people in white bags with zippers and didn't make that much noise.
Ohhhh.... Bummer is right. The cat's name was Bummer.
My gosh-- you might as well just call the cat "FlatCat" or "Roadkill" or something like that when you go ahead and name it Bummer...
It doesn't bode well, is what I'm saying.
I can only imagine how you feel.
But blogging is closure, you know.
How awful for you, Matt and Bummer.
I hit a pretty yellow bird about seven years ago and still feel bad. The feathers rode around on my grate for about three weeks because I couldn't bring myself to touch any part of it.
Bummer, Bummer.
Remind me not to drive in the same city as you
I have never mentioned this to anyone ever but I'll tell you. I am so extra sensitive towards animals and insects that I once ended up burying an ant in a pot. I even cried becasue I killed it unnecessarily, I just had an urge to sqash it. I don't know what I would have done had I been in your place. You are a brave girl Margaret.
The more I read this, the more I started to worry you were going to tell us you ran over the 4-year old too.
Oh my gosh! that was awful.
I can't believe I even wrote that.
On a much more serious note, it was a total bummer than you killed Bummer.
This was a really well written post.
I eat roadkill
I find the waste of perfectly good food appalling. On occasion I have felt bad for particular vehicular/mammalian interactions.
In high school I had pickup truck (a loud obnoxious pickup truck). One day as I was returning home around dusk (about midnight, I live in Alaska) I rounded a corner and saw the neighbor boy (about 5yo) and his mother on the side of the road opposite their house. I eased the truck over to the center of the road to give them some room and wondered why they were there at that hour. As I came up parallel to them I thought "oh well" and stood on the gas to accelerate away from the corner...
When I felt the bump.
I'm sure the kid thought I swerved and accelerated to intentionally hit his dog. But even I am not that crass.
I didn't see that he had been out looking for his dog and that he had called the dog.
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