drive-by: inaka edition

Something wicked this way comes.

A bundle of high tension, supersensitive appendages, poison, and pure malice.

Then BAM!

Somebody drives right over the thing.

It's dead.

Of course it may not have been a drive-by smash; it may have been a walk-by. Possibly my neighbor Tenshing happened to see the critter on his morning walk to school, and this carnage was the work of a quick heel in steel-reinforced boots.

Why do I think that? It was still twitching when I passed it on my way to the office.

Eurgh.

To make things perfectly clear, let me just write:

^DO NOT WANT.