Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road
My daughter, complaining about her brother at the dinner table: “Dad! Dad!!! He just said the black beans smell like dead beetles and now I’m not hungry!”
Yeah, and neither am I, because I just remembered our most recent road trip.
My husband enjoys spending his time as a passenger trying to identify the dead things along the road. I do not enjoy this so much.
“Coyote. Or dog. Yeah, dog.”
“Rabbit.”
“Squirrel.”
“Raccoon. Or cat. Big cat. No, raccoon.”
me: “Please. You really need to stop.”
As for live things… between Redding, Calif., and Portland, Ore., on the drive north on I-5, I counted 17 herds of sheep and 10 hawks.
How many times has he smelled dead beetles?
March 20th, 2008 | #