Who picks up the animal carcasses on the road?
Oh, is that one of those questions that no one ever thinks of? HHBL will tell you that this would be a question that I would definitely come up with.
It is just how my mind works.
It occurred to me today that there must be some city or county worker whose job it is to drive the streets of my fair city and pick up the animals that have thrown themselves in front of cars in a vain attempt to cross the road.
I live in semi-rural suburbia, there seem to be a lot of these kinds of incidents. There is never a day that goes by when I am driving around that I don’t see some raccoon or opossum splayed out right on the yellow line or in the middle of the lane, innerds now outerds and not looking too good. And sometimes the road kill isn’t so little. We have our fair share of
those scavengers with hooves deer and they love to jump out into the road and run into your car for no reason other than they have a death wish.
This morning it was a beaver of all things. Yes, I said a beaver. I know a beaver when I see one, even if it is belly up in the middle of the road with it’s innerds protruding out of certain orifices. Is that graphic enough for ya? How do I know it was a beaver? I have watched The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe enough…and I could see it’s tail. Very distinctive.
When I driving out to go and walk, about 6:45a, there he/she was. A sacrificial beaverlamb on the altar of our progressive driving surface. Having given it’s life in the vain attempt to get from one side of the Chagrin River tributary to the other. Smooshed. It was there when I drove back home at 7:40a after a punishing 2 mile walk with my walking buddies. Same place, same gnarly condition.
But, when I drove back along that stretch at 1p…no beaver. Not a hit, not a smidgeon. Well, there might have been a slight smear but I wasn’t going to stop in the middle of the road to check.
Someone had to come along and scoop him up. In the winter time this might be job that wasn’t too terribly awful. It would be awful, there is no doubt about that. A raccoon plus a car doing 50 mph in the middle of the night do not a happy couple make. But this job must be something down right heinous in the middle of summer. Hoo boy.
I hope it pays well.
I think I will be looking in some other direction for my mid-life “what do I want to be when I grow up” search.
Sorry, I just thought this would jump start some excellent conversation. Talk amongst yourselves people. I will be back tomorrow with some more scintillating thoughts on life.