Confession
I killed a bunny! 
I was driving home from my friend’s house at night and a rabbit ran out right in front of my car. I slammed on my brakes but it was too late. I didn’t hear anything, so I turned around and drove by where it happened. I didn’t see it at first, but then there it was, lying on its side, its back leg twitching.
The worst part about it is I wasn’t man enough to put it out of its misery. But seriously, what do you do? Do you get out and step on its head, or do you drive over it again with your car and hear the bones crush under your tires? I couldn’t handle either of those. Shameful, I know.
This is gonna become one of those memories that like to pop up in times when I’m actually feeling good about myself.
And yet, I still feel the urge to tell you about Nathan’s flash game Bunny Hunter.
What’s wrong with me?