I killed a pigeon. It was gross.

I was driving home from church. I was going down Jackson right in front of McDonald's. There were these two pigeons in my lane pecking away at something on the road. They looked pretty happy, eating what were probably french fries. So, I slow down just a little, thinking that they'll fly away. That's what birds do, right? Car coming, you fly away. So the smarter of the two birds starts to fly off. I think to myself, "Ok, they're moving. Good." And then I realize that the not-so-bright pigeon is still pecking away at his french fries.

Suddenly. I feel my car drive over something. Thud. Squish. And with that, there was a dead pigeon on the road. I KILLED A PIGEON. Stupid bird. Fly away! That's what you're supposed to do!

I got home, and there were a few blood splatters near my front left tire. Gross. Stupid bird.