For Christmas, Foffdaughter got me a nice blue folding shovel. This is to keep in my car to remove roadkill from the road. There are three reasons to do this. One, animals like buzzards eat dead creatures. This is an important job. Buzzards have not learned that popping down to munch on a squished squirrel on the wrong side of a blind curve leads to a very dismayed driver, and two species of roadkill. Two, humans drive in unpredictable dangerous ways to avoid hitting a dead animal, particularly a skunk. Three, nothing deserves to rot out in the middle of the road. I could add esthetics into this, it is unsightly, but I suspect is it just as unsightly in the ditch, but we cannot see it.
This morning, FoffHusbandDad called. He had seen what might be a dead cat two houses up the road from ours. As we have many cats, some semi-feral, he knew I would want to check this out. So trying not to be a wuss, I drove to the still furred form. I did not know what it was, but it was not a cat. I used my shovel to push it to the side of the road, and took a picture. Later, thanks to Google, I identified it as a mink. I was just so glad it was not someone I knew. And that is selfish and short sighted I know.
But it is true.
