While I was driving towards the highway on the country-ass road where my parents’ cul-de-sac is, there was an armadillo crossing the road and I hit the brakes, got down to 30 or less, and for a split second I thought it would be okay going under my car.
I heard the bumper hit it, and it was the worst noise I’ve ever heard in my life.
I had a panic attack and sobbed and cried and had to stop at the closest gas station on the highway to call my mom.
I feel guilty as fuck still and keep thinking I could have stopped and just let it pass by my car.
Guys. Fuck. Tonight has not been a good night. I have to be up in a few hours too for my first class of the semester. I’m in no mood to sleep this off.