About one month ago, I was on my way home from work. When I arrived near my house, I noticed a possum crossing my path. I let off the gas and near cried, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" (and yes... That actually came from my mouth... I didn't want to kill the damn thing ) Ever since then, every time I've left a bag of trash outside, I would end up having to pick garbage from my yard. So I decided, whenever I were to put a bag of trash outside, I would make a wall of those big concrete looking chimneys we have around back. Still, this did not keep the creatures out. As soon as I heard a noise outside, I'd go outside to ward the rodent away... Sometimes this happened several times a night, and proved only to be 50% effective. That brings us to the current. Tonight, I was on my way home around 3am. As I neared my house, I noticed a possum crossing my path. Instantly I though, "I want to kill that thing!" At that moment, an angel came to my shoulder, "Why Natalie! You couldn't!" I quickly decided the angel was right. So with my foot snug on the gas, I closed my eyes and let fate decide. That's the second I felt a tiny bump in the road. I opened my eyes, pulled into my parking spot. "Did I just kill something?" I sat for 5 minutes wondering if that actually happened. I then quietly grabbed my things, and stepped out of my vehicle. On my way in, I stood looking down the street, waiting to see movement from the possum, who just laid motionless under the streetlight. "I killed it" I murmured, wondering if the neighbors would find out that the opossum; I murdered. So from there, I walked to my door, feet feeling dirty, as if I killed before. I lay back in my chair, grab hold of my hair, and try to forget of that moment, that I worry will cause me nightmares... Holy shit... That did really happen