All I know is that tonight when I'm buzzing along the QEW on my way home, and a bunch of ducks, chicken, or the cutiest little bunnies you ever saw are in the middle of the road, the feathers or fur is going to fly. That's the bad news...the good news is all the people in the lanes beside me and behind me get to go home and nobody will spend the next year trying to determine is my "good heart" was worth the lives of other people.