Speaking of duckfuckers, one morning at about 5 am and I’d just dropped my son off at the babysitter’s, I was cruising along and the streets around here were poorly lit to say the least, and I hit something. I looked in my mirror and saw a duck flapping it’s wings wildly at a mass of dead duck laying in the street and I fucking freaked out. I hadn’t been here that long and had never hit a duck with my truck (or car) before, and it freaked me out a little.
When I got to work, I told one of my coworkers and he claimed that ducks are one of the few species that mate for life and the duck was mourning it’s mate. That almost made me sick. I was a lot tougher back then, but even that was getting to me.
I should have turned around and whacked the other one too I guess.