I’ve never killed anything larger than a mouse. And that was only in a house.

Sadly, this is now a blatant lie. While driving home from work at 2am, I was looking out for drunken drivers more than wayward critters. At least one, and maybe two, of the tires on my work vehicle thumped over an albino bunny rabbit that darted across the 3-lane road. He seemed to hesitate in the lane next to me before perfectly timing his or her demise.

This sort of thing happens all the time, I know, but it still gives me a generally sad and blah feeling. I’m probably not cut out for hunting.

And the kicker? The icing on the cake? Looking in my rear view mirror and seeing a few pieces fly 10 feet in the air.

Happy March!