Last week, while driving hither and thither, I passed a recent bicycling accident on Marshall, so recent that the bicycle, crumpled, was still lying in the street as people tended the cyclist, sitting, leaning against a parked car. Last Thursday, Stella dropped a barely breathing baby bird at my feet. Watched as it took its last breath. This morning, dying rabbit laying in the intersection, chest heaving, legs twitching. Immediately after, coming to yellow, then red at Summit and stopping in the median, I watched in shock as an oncoming bicyclist ran the red and then made a left. Very ballsy, very unnecessary, very stupid.