I drove over a squirrel today. It was an accident. The little bugger scooted out in front, and paused, staring the car down. I had a split-second to decide if it was smart enough to stay still and let the car harmlessly drive above him; or should I try to turn, with the assumption he’d get the hell out of there, so a tire wouldn’t flatten it. Well, I decided wrong: he moved, I didn’t. My daughter was in the car at the time, but I didn’t say anything.