Killing the Gopher

On our way to take Mikkel back home, our trip started out with a tragedy. We weren’t more than 10 miles from the house when I ran over a gopher. The silly thing ran out in front of the car and there was no time to miss him. I am hoping he died instantly as the car ran right over him and he at least didn’t suffer. This is the biggest thing I have killed so far and every time I kill something it really messes with me emotionally. I hate the idea that I just killed it and try to figure out what I could have done differently. I called Marc to get the love and empathy that I needed and we pulled up to a stop light. While sitting at the stop light Mikkel notices that there are gophers popping out of the ground on the corner. Now I sit at this stoplight every day on my way to work and I have NEVER seen a gopher but that day Mikkel sees three pop out of the ground. I start to freak out that they are haunting me because I killed their friend and Marc is trying to convince me that they are cheering me on because none of them could stand that gopher. But I figured I should warn everyone else that regardless of the reasoning, if you kill one gopher more will follow you. You have now been warned.