I was out walking on Friday evening, and was near a busy downtown intersection. I watched a racoon trot out from the bushes and hustle across the road. Just then, this Trans Am comes hurtling through the intersection. I turned away at the last second, but heard a sickening thud.
When I looked back, the racoon was still moving, sliding maybe thirty feet. It lay on its back, amazingly still alive. The bastard in the Trans Am drove off. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to do. I decided to call the SPCA, but before I could, the racoon stood up and staggered off into the bushes. I flagged down a police car not thirty seconds later, but the cop explained that it would take the SPCA at least a half-hour to get there, and the racoon would be long gone. True, I suppose. I can’t imagine it lasted very long after that.