I ran over a rabbit yesterday morning and feel rather bad about it. I was driving at about 50 MPH along Highway 7 on my way home from work when this rabbit decided to make his way out into the road. I swerved to avoid him--actually went all the way over to the wrong side of the road, as there was nothing coming towards me--but he managed to keep coming and I clipped him with my back wheel. I couldn't bring myself to look back. I'm quite sure that with a one ton car vs. a 5-ish pound rabbit, the little dude is history.
I feel bad enough as it is, but to make matters worse, I now find myself worrying that this Mythos-looking rabbit shown in the above photograph may be stalking me to avenge its unfortunate hit-and-run victim kin. I'm sorry, Mutant Mythos Rabbit--truly, I am! Please don't drag me down to your burrow and sacrifice me to Nyogtha or whatever eldritch horror your kind worships!