I ran over a cat once. It was so late and dark that I thought it was just a pile of leaves. It must have been mentally challenged or something, because it didn't move out of the way at all. Survival of the fittest, I guess.

Another time, I was on 80 and this 18-wheeler in front of me nailed a deer. Some of the flesh and blood landed on my windsheild. It was like 90 degrees outside and I was out of windshield fluid. Bleh.