last night, i was driving home from dog sitting at a friend's house, and on baxter i saw a duck just sitting there, right in the path of my passenger side tire, so i swerved at the last minute, and completely avoided him. i thought about going back and "shooing" him out of the middle of the street, but decided i was too tired. this morning, i did the same thing, around 11...on the way home, i passed where i had seen the duck and there was nothing but feathers and blood, a lot of it. it made me feel like the worst person on the face of this earth for not going back and making him move. really, really sad. and really, really guilty.