On the way to town Monday, there was a bit of trash in my path. It was on the county blacktop road, before the low water bridge. Looked like a wadded-up bag of something. So I steered T-Hoe to straddle it. You don't want to needlessly run over something that might puncture a tire. No telling what was inside that bundle.
As I passed over the obstruction, I saw another such obstacle MOVE! It unfurled itself and ran off the road and into the woods. Huh. It was a squirrel that had been hunkered down with its tail over its back. When I came home, I saw a limp squirrel lying on the pavement near where I had avoided that trash.
WELP! Looks like I murdered a squirrel. He must have knocked himself out by ramming his head into the side of a tire. He wasn't flattened, nor bloody. So it must have been a strong knock in the head.
I'd prefer NOT to kill an animal on the road. But let's face it: squirrels are just rats with more aesthetically-pleasing tails. There are a million more to take that one's place.
If I had kept going without steering to avoid him, that squirrel would probably still be alive. Or at least not dead by the tires of T-Hoe. They survive by darting from predators. So he could have judged my speed and direction, and avoided being hit/hitting the tire. My evasive tactics threw off his timing.
Furry rodents of Backroads, beware the rolling death machine that is piloted by Val.