Just Call Me the Bird Killer

I killed something today. Yep. I'm a murderer. I was driving to work, merging on the freeway, when I saw two birds flying straight in the path of my car. C'mon you dumb birds, you need to fly a tad higher, c'mon I know you can do it! The first one just made it past my car, but the second moron bird swept down even lower and THUMP! OMG. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the bird fall to the ground and start to have seizures (at least that's what it looked like). I can't believe I killed a freakin cardinal. A part of me thinks he got what he deserved, flying so damn low in the path of traffic. Do, they not have eyes to see where they are flying? Geesh. I usually don't even like killing an insignificant ant let alone a pretty (dumb?) bird. It ruined my whole day because the words "bird killer" kept flashing in my mind. The good news is that there were no feathers in the front of my car and there were no remnants of the bird on the road when I drove past the scene the next day. So, maybe it survived after all?