Blood stays on the knife...
This reminds me of a story my father shared with me.
Back in the 70's he was a young engineer working on railroad signaling. He would travel across country with maybe a mechanic and a couple of electricians and do maintenance and fresh installations of signaling equipment. So they were pulling all-nighters, driving in shifts and such.
This one night/early morning ,they were entering a small town and encountered a thick fog, as is the case in this part of the country. So they're chugging along at semi-responsible speed, through the empty town. Two guys sleeping in the back seat, shotgun sleeping when he should be watching the driver... when the driver
shrieked NooOOOOO!!! ELEPHAAAANT!!!!!! and slaaammed the brakes.
They grazed a huge wild hog that got lost in the fog and panicked, galloping madly through the town. The car grazed it with the front right corner and spun to the side. Before they could all awaken and realize what was going on the boar was gone.
Of course the rest of the road home was spent mocking and joking about the whole "elephant" incident the driver alone witnessed.
The day after the checked the local newspaper an the front page was covered with the story, listing the mayhem the boar had caused. Among other things it blew through the fence into a military compound, flew into a mess hall and smashed into a wall, dislodging a cast iron hot water radiator, flooding the building.