A long time ago in a land far, far away...
..from most of the folk on B3ta, at least.

My sister, her friend and I were driving down a rural road one day to get to a nearby town so they could visit a friend of hers. Sis bought her very first car a few months prior, and got her drivers license shortly before that. She would have been around sixteen at the time; I would have been around twelve.
Very cloudy, gray day. We're driving along a two-land road surrounded by corn fields when something -- we weren't able to discern what, exactly -- jumped in front of us. Sis ran right over it. We heard the bones crunch and I looked behind to watch it flop over on its side.
Then get run over by a truck.
"What the hell was that?" came shortly after Friend whimpered "Do we stop?"
It was rather pulpy by the time we drove back, and so couldn't figure out exactly what it had been.
We've never spoken about it since.

I've seen blood and entrails strewn across highways (seen bits dragged for miles), parts of dead deer, opossums, raccoons, cats, dogs, cows... name it, chances are I've seen it. But that's the only one that's really disturbed me.

Anyone who has lived here -- here being Iowa -- for any length of time very quickly gets desensitized to this sort of thing. My mom was even cracking jokes about the very dead, very bloated farm cat on the side of the road. "So... all those gases in there... does it just explode, or do you think it pokes a little hole in it and just shoots it across the highway?"
"I don't think that's how it works, Mom."
"I know, but it'd be funny."

I'll make an (most like safe) assumption here, and assume most folks don't know where Iowa is. So: Get a map of the U.S. Try to find the exact middle. It's near that.
(Ovum Factory, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 7:47, Reply)