With my typical luck, the only time I ever hit anything was many years ago while traveling through rural Alabama to visit relatives. I was driving so my parents could rest. It was a night drive because before the USA's Interstate Highway system, those old winding 2-lane blacktops were murder in the daytime with heavy traffic.
So anyway, there we were, some place between Toomsuba (MS) and Tuscaloosa (AL), when I hit it. We never saw the blood. We never saw a dent. But we knew what it was from the one piece of evidence we couldn't ignore. And apparently the booger saw me coming so committed a final act of defiance. I had just killed... a skunk.
Took us a week and four trips through an automated, steam-spraying car wash to get most of the stench off the vehicle. By then, the inside of the car had absorbed a certain ... how shall I say this? gut-wrenching, puke-inducing, eye-irritating odeur that hung around for another four or five weeks, despite the best odor absorbers we could buy at the time. The worst part is that it was around a curve and that "woods pussy" was mostly black. That little white stripe hardly showed up in the dark on a 2-lane blacktop. Further, while I was still young, I wasn't crazy. My parents were in the car so I wasn't speeding and I was definitely looking out for hazards. But that one escaped my notice.
On the other hand, we were pretty sure that we could leave the car unlocked. Nobody was going to steal it. Even though we were hoping...
On another theme, I noticed the spelled/spelt discussion. A similar case occurs for spilled and spilt. Further, I actually heard the word "spilt" in a movie. Near the end of "Ghost Rider," Johnny Blaze tells the Devil he will show up at any place where innocent blood is spilt. I've got to admit, the first time I heard that, I had to look it up. But sure enough, it is a legitimate usage.