We were driving to PA in June, and I was in the passenger seat, telling Adam a very animated story (I gesture a LOT), when all of a sudden, I look right in front of me and see this poor little birdie connect with our windshield, SO close, that I saw it's neck bend in a position that didn't look like Mr. Birdie enjoyed it too much. It TOTALLY freaked me out, and I stopped my story, and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing as well, for a good minute or so.
I hate killing animals. :(