I was being chased down the street by an ambulance. It seemed to be a typical after-school commute home. This day was different.
As the ambulance neared me, I deftly pulled to the right lane in order to clear the lane for easy passage. I didn’t see the possum in the road until it was too late. I hit it. It was already dead; victim of another driver. I just managed to squash the part of the animal that was still three-dimensional.
Well, I couldn’t shake the repulsion in my heart. It was like the time I accidentally stepped on a huge cat spider with my Nike Pumps and then threw my shoes in the trash because I couldn’t wear them without thinking of the spider guts that were a mere inch from my actual fleshy foot. I want to sell my car now.
That may make me a total lunatic… but I just may be the lunatic you’re looking for.
Is there anything that repulses you this much?