I Almost Cried

I pulled my car into the garage after work tonight (because of the hail possibilities). Not being used to parking there, I wasn't sure if I had pulled up far enough. I hadn't. I stepped back to get back in the car, and I hear a crunch. I look down, and there was a poor little toad. I ran into the house, and begged Jim, my stepdad, to pull my car up for me because I didn't want to look at the poor little toad I had killed. He came back in a few moments later, and said, "I think your toad's gonna live," as he held up his hand that had blood on it. He said he hopped away when he walked toward him. So apparently I didn't kill him. He may die later, but I didn't immediately kill him. But I did squash the pee out of him.