I do hate those things, but I don't want to hurt em

I was driving home from dinner with Aunt Gen when a possum ran out in front of my car and stopped in the middle of the street. I swerved and almost missed it. I could feel my back wheel clip the creature as I winced, hunched down over the steering wheel, and swore under my breath.

I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw the possum run to the other side of the street. It looked okay. Phew! Then, of course, I immediately came up alongside a police car. I was sure the policeman was going to pull me over for swerving wildly around the street, but he (or she) didn't. I just drove past, through the light, and down the road.

That was a scary ride home!