This is going to sound odd, but now that I think it's over, I'm going to share it.

When we first arrived at the self storage rv park, Jake and Anne were exploring and they took off after something. I went after them. That something turned out to be a baby bunny. I checked it out. It was too damaged to be saved, but far from dead. It was suffering. I knew I had to put it out of its misery. It was horrible. It looked at me when it was time and laid its head down as if it knew. I kind of felt like it put bad karma on us. The memory bothered me for a long time and still does at this moment. Today I came across a completely flattened turtle on the side of the road. Not far away, I found another turtle on the side of the road, this one live. I took a picture, picked him up, and put him snugly into the forest. I think it put the force back in balance, so to speak.