I like to think I am a macho-man, but I don't like killing things. Today, I was out mowing a yard and saw a baby bunny run out into the yard as I came around the corner. I didn't see where it went but figured it ran off. Well, I start my rows and the third or fourth I heard my blades hit something. Well you guessed it. I hit the rabbit. It had burried itself under the grass trying to get away from me and I didn't see it. Made a bloody mess too. It was still wiggling. But that's not the end of it. About seven or eight rows later, the rear half of the bunny flew out from under my deck. At first I thought I had hit another, but then realized it was just a half. I had two lawns across the street from eachother and I had rescued a baby rabbit from a basement window well and it ran across the street. Started mowing the other yard and saw something wiggling in the grass. I had run over the same rabbit, with my tire. I was trimming around the parking lot of a Girl Scout Camp that I maintain and killed a snake once. You guys ever kill anything while on the job?