The morning commute yesterday was a little bumpy. It wasn’t from the potholes, lane dots, or even my neighbor’s lawn gnomes.

No, the bump in my path yesterday was one of God’s most darling little creatures: an adorable little rabbit.

I guess I shouldn’t say that he was little, because he was actually a sizeable critter, and I can’t say with any certainy that he was adorable, because I only saw him for a second and a half before he vanished under my headlights with a sickening thump. I merely assume that as an instance of the rabbit() class, he inherited the value var cute = true. I can, however, say that he was white and fluffy, and didn’t exactly look or move like a feral lagomorph; in fact, he gaily hopped in front of my bumper in the most heartrendingly happy, bouncy, Easter bunny sort of way.

I must have been going a lot faster than I thought I was, because I either atomized the poor little bunny-wunny, or bounced him off my car some twenty feet into the roadside greenery, because I couldn’t see him in my rear-view mirror.

I can’t shake the suspicion that somewhere, a kid is crying to his mama because Fluffy has been missing for the last two nights. Sorry, kid. I turned Fluffy into street pizza. In my defense, though, I also suspect it was suicide?not that it would be any comfort to the kid.

One more hole-punch in my one-way ticket to Hell.