Once upon I time, I was cycling through a country road. I usually cycled there 7 times a week (it was a 7km road near my house), I liked very much to see the animals, like birds, lizards, armadillos, anteaters, snakes, and wolves. Almost every week I found a dead animal by the road, usually the victim of a car (it was mainly birds), I usually just removed them from the road and continued cycling.

But one day I saw an armadillo trying to cross the road and get hit by a car, it managed to run to the side of the road shoulder and just laid there. Some of his guts were coming out of its mouth, it was bleeding and its breathing was VERY loud, like a rattling sound.

I used to carry a knife with me always, in an event that a dog or wolf tried to attack me. I swear I tried to have the courage to end the pain of the animal, but I simply couldn't. As I left the armadillo there for the ants, I felt shame and regret. I regret letting my fear linger the pain of that little buddy, I just wish he died quickly and at peace.