I killed a marmot (or some such critter)... :-(
 

I was just driving along and the poor bastard came loping along at an improbable pace - right in front of the car and was hit by the passenger-side front tire... (no carnage noted in quick inspection of the undercarriage)... He looked like a mink or a sable only much bigger (maybe a marten?) and much more dead. With not quite enough fur on him to make a stoll for a future ex or enough meat for more than an appetizer portion of Rotisseried Marmot - Hey! Living in the Hamster would bring out the pragmatist/survivalist in you, too!

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I felt so guilty (years of wildlife rehab. voluteerism and repentance for a family of former big game hunters will do that to ya'), I had to turn around and make sure he was good enough dead - he was, alas &lt;sigh&gt;... which is probably better as didn't want to have to run the poor bastard over again or anything... :-( That or your supposed to twist their little necks so they don't have to suffer - can you imagine how much bourbon it would take to undo that episode? Marmot as symbol of my lost youth?

Accckkk!!!

Murderer! 8^) How's it goin', fellow raven?

Yes, I'm a marmot killer - keep your distance.
 

Things are going well, otherwise... :-)

And you? Did you sign up for TT-East, yet?

Ummmmm, Yes! I'm well, thank you.

Lil' backwards today, figure it out! Lol!

yeah dude but nothings worse than this..
 

awhile back i was out for a drive had three of my favourite girlies in the car..I hit a rabbit...it was stuck in the lower grill head first...it was still alive.. the women started crying and calling me all sorts of things...not a good scene...so i figured i outta put it out of its misery..but first i had to pry it out of the air damn.. anyways to make a long story short...i got sprayed with rabbit blood all over my pants..the night after that went down hill rather fast if you know what i mean...

Wildlife-killing bastage! For shame! ;)
 

But in the larger scheme of things, it's all a wash.

Actually, what often is not known about wild aminals is that they secretly want to end it all. You've seen those "real-life" commercials with the squirrels causing accidents; well, sometimes, that's their last desperate cry for help. (Guess this isn't really helping you feel better, is it?) Anyway, get out there and atone for your wanton act of marmot-slaying by being at one with your fellow mammals. One or tow of 'em may take a bite out of you, but think of it as penance. (BWAWhahahaha!)

Like Dostoyvesky's Raskolnikov, the only atonement I needed was to admit my sin... :-)
 

But thanks for trying to help (???) :-)

Wow! In a weird way, that makes it all seem better... :-)
 

And it kinda reminds me of one of Henri's killing sprees, but he eats the rabbits instead of just anointing himself with the blood of his kill... ;-)

Marmot Satay perhaps? Little peanut sauce, mmmmmm.