Today is Father's Day in Los Angeles, kind of dreary yet the sun was starting to peek out. It's only 8am or so, the day is just beginning. I was driving down the road when there in front of me was this creature - not a rabbit, nor a squirrel, nor possum. It was too big to be a rat, yet it looked like a mutant short-haired guinea pig. Rather than stop for it, I changed lanes and stopped right beside it, looking at it. I had never seen this animal before, but it looked cute and cuddly, big eyes, long tail. It looked like it was going to move back to the side of the road. I continued slowly and looked back to see it start to move....then suddenly a car came with no warning, striking the poor baby. I saw in my rear view mirror a motionless animal. Quickly, the driver drove up to my car. A young woman, long curly black hair, looked at me with this "oops, I think I ran over something" look, and shrugging her shoulders she sped off. Quickly, my anger set in, as I cursed over and over at this woman. Like a crazed psychopath, I chased after her, partly because I wished to confront her with a big "WHY?" but then also because I wanted to see remorse for such an act, I wanted to see this human being show tears of sadness and loss. This, however, was not the case. As I drove next to her, she was playing with her hair and laughing, I suspect chatting away on her phone, as if nothing tragic had just happened only a few minutes earlier. I then realized that Ms. 4ZEX107 was yet another human that I had encountered who lacked compassion toward other living beings. I followed her for miles, waiting for her to look over and realize that I was the one who witnessed her murder of the animal. I wanted so badly to roll down my window and yell to her, "do you even realize what you've done? How can you be so irresponsible?" Afterall, it wasn't an accident, the animal didn't suddenly dart in front of the car. She was driving too fast and not paying attention, as so many L.A. drivers do. At some point, I gave up chasing her. Later, my boyfriend told me, "you know, there are millions of people in the world just like that. There's nothing you can do. Just don't think about it." Easier said than done. All day I have had the image of this cute little creature, a big-eyed and furry animal that suddenly dies because of Ms. 4ZEX107. Then the guilt has set in. I should have stayed in its lane and stopped. Maybe it would have moved to the side of the road. I don't know. I do know that the oblivious Ms. 4ZEZ107 senselessly killed an innocent creature and showed no compassion whatsoever. Maybe I am being too critical, maybe wherever she went she shared her "accident," yet I did not get that feeling at all. I would have stopped in terror to attempt to retrieve the animal in someway. It wasn't a busy highway. All the more disgusting and traumatic this incident was. She didn't care. Ms. 4ZEX107 didn't care. How I wish she did. Everytime this happens, I lose faith in humankind. Why? Why do these events happen? Maybe I'll find the answer someday. In the meantime, may this little animal, another road kill statistic, rest in peace. See you at the Rainbow Bridge someday.