Murderer

The other night coming home from church I ran over a raccoon. This wouldn’t be a big deal to most people, but I have never ran over an animal before, and I overanalyze everything, so when I got home I told my husband about it and how there were 2 raccoons traveling together, and so I just broke up a family by taking away a husband raccoon or a daddy raccoon. My husband tried to comfort me and told me that I may have done the first raccoon a favor because the raccoon I hit could have been a stalker raccoon. He kept convincing me that it was fine and I didn’t destroy a raccoon family. As I walked away, my husband whispers “murderer.” I started feeling bad all over again.

Looking back now, I was being a little ridiculous, and the what he said makes me laugh!