This evening I went on a ghost tour of Epsom, the town in which I live at University, with 4 of my closest friends here. After much laughing around and being silly we began to drive back home when all of a sudden my friend in the passenger seat inhaled so fast and jumped as the car bumped violently upwards from the right side. A sickening almighty crunch accompanied this movement. The next second I heard "we've hit a badger" and absolute uproar ensued while we decided what on earth to do next. The badger had literally run out right in front of the car and gone straight under the wheels so quickly that nothing could be done to save it. 

We went back to the badger moments later and saw that, thankfully, we had killed it straight away. I have no idea what on earth any of us would have done if the poor thing was still alive. We went home to fetch a spade and then back to where the badger was to move it as cars were swerving all over the road to miss hitting it again. However not every car did, and twice we heard a disgusting crunch of bones and thud against the oncoming cars that didn't care enough to make sure they didn't hit a huge object in the road.  

Eventually we moved the badger out of the road and headed home for hot drinks and to calm down, I had to stop myself being sick and/or crying while the cars hit as we tried to move the badger to the curb. While drinking our hot brews we were talking about what had just happened and how precious life is, one moment you can be laughing and joking and the next there is death and hysteria. One of my friends mentioned that she has lost her passion for life, that she doesn't spend any time doing things that she wants to do and spending time by herself, for herself.

I think however horrifying and disgusting this evening may have been, that it has at least showed me how suddenly things can change. I will take a positive from this by remembering that every moment must be cherished and that these tasks are a good and positive thing for me.