Squirrels

On my way home from work yesterday, I saw a squirrel on the highway. I was exiting as it was running across. I thought it was going to make it, but then it stopped, and the car that had been in front of me (and was now in the right lane) ran it over. I am still haunted by the little squirrel writhing in pain, so I thought you should be too. If only it hadn't stopped. Why do they always do that?