Reminds of one Sunday after church around late 90s/early 2000s in NJ. I driving home, going up a hill and there was a squirrel darting all over the lane and he got crushed. My ex-wife said "Why didn't you just stop?" I said "Look behind us." She did and all she could see was the word "Frieghtliner". She fell silent and I continued, "It was either him or us."



