I was backing out of my driveway tonight to park my car on the road so my dad could get out for work. Walking up the driveway, I thought I saw something move and upon closer inspection I had half-way run over a toad. I didn’t completely smoosh it… it was like I just got a leg/ the back part of him. Runny blood and guts. Shiny and wet and ugh. I fussed a little and told it I was so sorry and then I started to cry and ran into the house.
I’ve never killed anything like that before.
I just heard my dad back out for work – I hope he hit it too and killed it for real this time and ended its misery. I left it suffering there in the driveway.
I am so legitimately sad and heavy hearted right now.