Kamikaze Synopsis
I hit
Armadillos and
Rabbits with my
vehicle at least twice a
year. They seem to have an
affliction that forces them to
attempt beating a 50-mph
automobile. I wondered about the
mindset
that would prompt
small furry creatures to
madly dash as they
do. Now the rabbits, the dear
sweet rabbits, I have deemed as
"kamikaze
rabbits from hell" with
objectives unknown except to
destroy my day by
succeeding in their quest.
Kamikaze Encounters
I leave before the sun comes up, dew still
mingling with the
fragile
soft blades of grass,
shimmering in the starlight along the
roadside. Making sure that my bright lights are on, maybe they
can be seen
before its too late as I enter the grassy area where
they live. As I approach, I spot the
little bundles of
supple
delicate fir strategically crouched and positioned in the foliage
on the side of the road. There they are, scheming, plotting their
demise with their red reflective
kamikaze eyes glowing with
excitement as they see me
drawing near. I slow to insure I can
avoid confrontation and prevent the
exodus of yet another
assembly of suicidal bunny. Nevertheless, they always seem to
tyrannize
themselves through the grass and plummet into the path of one of
my tires to their ruin. The poor bunnies that miss the rolling
destruction,
saddened by the thought of
failure, have hopes
of returning another day to confront my breaking
dexterity in
hopes
of being victorious.
Kamikaze Preparedness
Maybe some day I will
found a movement, "Save the Kamikaze
Bunny Foundation" and raise money for
"Bunny
Crossing" signs across the nation to warn the
unsuspecting victim, but until then, its just me and them.