not me but my brother. he was taking out the trash and when he came in he had such a sad look on his face. I asked what happened and he said "when I was rolling the trash out I felt a thud and then heard a tiny screech. I looked down and there was a baby bird that looked like it'd fallen from a nest. I accidentally rolled over it with the trash can and the last thing I saw it do was open it's tiny mouth as it tried to take it's last breath and then died." he said the image of the little, crushed, featherless bird with its mouth all open haunted him for days.