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On the way home from Brenham (my "home" home is in Houston, but I now live in Brenham) I hit a butterfly, and it got lodged in my windshield whipers. I started feeling kinda sad for it. It was a pretty one too. Little things don't do a thing bad, just pollinate flowers and look pretty. I tried to dust it off the whipers by turning them on, but no dice. So I had to drive for about 45 minutes, a dead butterfly in my windshield whipers. When I got home, I pulled it out, and the remnants of the thorax* tried to flap what was left of the wings and fly away.

Now I'm all depressed. I tell ya, it's the simplest things that get to you...

* Torso area. It was all that was left...

I once had a rabbit come darting out of the underbrush on to the road in front me.  I swerved to miss it, however I got it anyhow.  Thing was, I only hit the back legs.  So I look in my rear view mirror, and see this cute little rabbit trying to pull itself across the road with only it's front legs.  I decided to turn around and finish the job, because to leave it like that seemed cruel.  It felt cruel even finishing the job, but it was the right thing to do...