Copyright : Yuliia Sonsedska
On Monday night I was on my way home from work around 9:30pm – so it was dark.
My route to and from work takes me through through this “six corners” area where six streets all come together. Now, while there are traffic and street lights and it’s relatively safe you still have to pay attention. It’s on the border of a wooded area and a whole shopping center and mall nightmare area.
Anyhow, as I went around a soft right and was only half paying attention I looked up just in time to see a furry raccoon right in front of my van.
YIKES!
I looked at him, he looked at me (well, he looked at my tires, probably) and then thump! It wasn’t the “thump, bump” of tires over the poor guy but I knew I hit him. I looked in the rear view mirror (there are three words that are hard to say and enunciate well.. rear, view, mirror) and didn’t see the poor fellow. It was a good sign, I guess, but that didn’t make me feel any better.
I had visions,in my overactive imagination, of him crawling off the road to die slowly and painfully in the weeds. I got home and my son asked me how my day was and I started crying. My husband came into the room and saw my son hugging his mom and her crying and wanted to know what was wrong.
I told him and he sympathized in amazing fashion but I didn’t feel a whole lot better. I FELT AWFUL!!!
So Tuesday I have to be at work at 9am. I dreaded driving through six corners because I don’t want to see that poor, dead raccoon lying on the road. Knowing that I am the reason he’s dead.
But he wasn’t there. I felt better until I started thinking again of him dying slowly and painfully off in the woods somewhere. I looked on my way home… nothing. I really felt bad about hitting this raccoon, can ya tell?
SOOO on Wednesday morning as I’m driving to work I find myself looking for him again. Not sure what I think I’ll find by this point but I’m looking anyway. And do you know what?
EXACTLY in the spot where I hit him there was a Mylar balloon dancing in the weeds.
It said GET WELL SOON!
I couldn’t help it. I had to laugh. In fact, I thought it was HYSTERICAL!
Question is… who needs to get well, that little raccoon or me???
