I'm pretty sure I killed a baby alligator last night. I was driving to my boyfriend's house, down a very dark road and I see a stick? right in line with my tire. Seconds before I ran it over and heard the most gruesomest crunch of my life, I realized that it was no stick, but a baby alligator.
What. the. hell.
Only in Florida, does road kill contain the words: baby and alligator.
Alligators are so scary, and they EAT people, and I have so much respect for alligators that I can't even eat their tails in restaurants, yet I am responsible for taking one's life, a baby at that? Freakin' A yo! That sucks balls!
But this morning driving home, I couldn't find the thing. I watched the opposite side of the road the whole way (I'm such a safe driver, who needs to look straight ahead?), and saw no sign of an alligator corpse.
Maybe it was a stick? A very baby alligator like stick, that made one horrible, horrible, crunch as I ran over it? Let's hope so.
3 comments:
hearing/feeling an animal under your tire. worst. sound. ever. i hate to even think about the poor squirrel i ran over.
at least it wasn't an owl...
That crunch is a sickening feelings. You don't know it was a baby alligator so I wouldn't get too freaked out about it. It was just a...stick.
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