This particular time, though, I did not notice that the bag was knotted. When I pushed the stroller over it, I heard a crunch, and the tires momentarily got stuck in something squishy before I cleared the bag.
Three teenage girls sitting on a wall nearby said, "Eww!"
One of them added, "There was a squirrel in that bag."
So you found a dead squirrel and stuffed it in a plastic sandwich bag you found fluttering down the street.
Then, instead of depositing said bag in the trash can, you left it lying in the middle of a small sidewalk.
And then, when you saw a woman with a baby carriage and a dog headed straight for that bagged squirrel, you didn't think it was a good idea to warn her.
You thought, "No, I'll just sit here and watch her push a baby stroller over a bagged, mangled squirrel corpse. Then I'll wrinkle up my nose in distaste as if she'd done it on purpose."
I mean, really???
Don't run over anything unless you know what it is.