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Day 49(?) - South Florida.
Maybe I'm not as well-traveled as y'all, I've never seen so many flattened animals in one place. I noticed something odd-looking on the floor mat between my feet during the morning commute to work. Thinking it was a dessicated insect, I didn't bother with it. Later on, after a breakfast stop, I swept it out with last week's opinion section. On the pavement in the sunlight I recognized it ... an exotic but thoroughly dead frog. It probably stuck to my sandal during a downpour and I unknowingly tracked it in to the truck.
Overall, the scope of roadkill here is startling and at the same time heartbreaking. It's worth noting that there are almost as many disabled vehicles on the side of the road as there are squashed creatures littering the shoulders. I've also noticed people, presumably homeless, squatting in the flora that proliferates the "islands" between ramps on the freeway. Driving by at moderate speeds, you can glimpse the telltale signs of "hobo" camps; clothes hung out to dry, lots of errant cardboard, and sometimes slumbering figures sprawled in the shade of the brush. If you think about it, it's probably a pretty safe place to crash, the freeway is.....
..... don't take any guff from The Man, your Pal, AN
Day 49(?) - South Florida.
Maybe I'm not as well-traveled as y'all, I've never seen so many flattened animals in one place. I noticed something odd-looking on the floor mat between my feet during the morning commute to work. Thinking it was a dessicated insect, I didn't bother with it. Later on, after a breakfast stop, I swept it out with last week's opinion section. On the pavement in the sunlight I recognized it ... an exotic but thoroughly dead frog. It probably stuck to my sandal during a downpour and I unknowingly tracked it in to the truck.
Overall, the scope of roadkill here is startling and at the same time heartbreaking. It's worth noting that there are almost as many disabled vehicles on the side of the road as there are squashed creatures littering the shoulders. I've also noticed people, presumably homeless, squatting in the flora that proliferates the "islands" between ramps on the freeway. Driving by at moderate speeds, you can glimpse the telltale signs of "hobo" camps; clothes hung out to dry, lots of errant cardboard, and sometimes slumbering figures sprawled in the shade of the brush. If you think about it, it's probably a pretty safe place to crash, the freeway is.....
..... don't take any guff from The Man, your Pal, AN