Ah, this brings back memories!

When in high school, a very long time ago, I had a date with a very hot summer girl. I borrowed by dad's Buick and off we went to a movie theater some 15 miles away while I had teenage visions of the night ahead. Enroute I was surprised by a suicidal bunny that jumped out in front of me. After a loud bang, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw no bunny. Reassuring my near hysterical date I convinced her the bunny had probably made it to the bushes and would be shaken but OK. She settled down to my relief.

When we got to the theater, I first looked at the front of my dad's car to check for damage. To my chagrin, the bunny had taken a nose drive through the grill of my dad's car!. His head was on one side and his body on the other and was kicking like hell. My date became hysterical and screamed that I couldn't leave him like that and he was pain. I gently try to work him through the grill but he justed kicked harder and the girl screamed more. Finally, after trying every option and in panic, I pulled out my handy Boy Scout pen knife and cut his head off. There, he no longer was in pain and I had him out of the grill. But I forgot about the girl! She screamed ran into a nearby store, called her dad and never talked to me again!

Sometimes you can't win no matter what you do.