Drove to work this morning and saw two dead squirrels on the side of the road. Last week I saw a dead fox.
On both occasions I've had a sudden surge of panic and emotional fear for my children - particularly for DS2 who's just 1 and 'still a baby'. Is it something to do with being small, furry and defenceless?
I desperately felt like going back home to check they were safe.
Am I mad? Anyone else do this sort of thing??