A couple of weeks ago, I was approaching an overpass (over Rt. 288), when out of nowhere comes this squirrel. It wasn’t immediately in front of me, so I didn’t need to react or change my course. I simply watched and quickly thought–“We’re on an overpass; where in the world did that squirrel come from?” I mean, it’s not like I was driving down a road with forest or even grass on either side–this was an overpass over a highway! So, I slowed just a tad to watch what would happen. I’m sorry I did because I think what I saw was quite possibly something I will never see again–nor would I want to.

After scurrying quickly across my lane (going left to right), the squirrel hopped up on the guardrail of the overpass, gave one last sad look over his shoulder and *gulp…sob*….jumped.

A moment of silence, please…

Speaking of dead stuff, I just don’t mind seeing a dead cat on the side of the road. I figure, “one less”. Because I’m a dog guy. And yesterday, on my way home I sadly caught sight of a dead dog. I would’ve have been much sadder if I hadn’t been so intrigued by the position of its body. It was as if it was standing on all four legs one moment, and perhaps it had a severe heart attack at the exact time an 18 wheeler came by and the gust of wind from the truck just knocked it over. Honestly, I could have gotten out of my car, walked over to it, and stood it back up. And any other car that would have come after me would have simply thought the dog was waiting patiently to cross the street. That’s actually not a bad idea. I gotta go.