So there I am, done with all the crayfish partying with my family, packing and cleaning, and heading “home” to Uppsala from Västerås together with my parents. We were quite a lot in a hurry, because we had this slight delay due to the customary quarrel over packing and putting all of the stuff together. It is always like that, I have my ways and mum has her way – and in the end; it’s her way or the highway! =)
I saw a squirrel dart across the road, and I thought he was going to continue to do so. But then I noticed the squirrel had stopped a few feet ahead, right next to the road. He had that glazed over, does-not-compute, lemming look in his eyes. and before we knew it he was darting across the road once again. At 90 km/h I didn’t even have time to blink before I felt this squishy bump-bump.
I turned around and he was jumping up and down like a freakish yo-yo. I dunno if it crawled off to die, or if it was ok. I cant imagine it was ok. Anyway, I’ve been feeling a little bit bad about it all day. :S
My condolences to his family!
Pro libertate nostra 