I'm still recovering from Bunny Stomp 2008. I did not get the reaction online that I received from my FtF friends--the screaming, the hold of one's face in one's hand and the general disgust at having someone who could step on a bunny in one's presence.
Perhaps I did a better job at describing the pitch black road between the two streetlights, the hard pillow/soft book feeling of that particular step, and the (not being flippant here) the horrible screams that ensued, both the bunny's and mine. I have apologized to everyone I can think of: God, the universere, the bunny, every one. And I am still having a hard time dealing with that experience.
People ask how I couldn't see it: it is so dark here right now in the morning. The sky doesn't even think of getting lighter until 7 am, and I was out there about 6 am.
People ask how it is physically possible that I stepped on a bunny: my call is that the bunny was already injured, a thought that comforts neither me nor the bunny.
I don't know if I have shared my experiences of running and jumping over a bird that flew up between my legs or scaring a mouse once or getting into a fight with a squirrel. But I'm starting to get a wee bit paranoid with the wild animals and my runs. And wondering what it is about me and my running that I am a hazard to mostly innocent animals while I'm out and about.