So I am afraid of many things and if I had the energy would likely develop some OCD's about germs as they pertain to dead animals and public washrooms. As it stands they just creep up once and a while. Today was one of those days.
My son decided he'd like a pet mouse - not altogether unappealing since I generally sort of like rodents but - this one was not a pet store type of thing and it was DEAD. My friend Kathleen's cat killed it and left it as a gift for her on her porch. She chucked it onto the lawn and my son decided to go say hello to the rotting carcass - I couldn't stop him - he was petting it. I threw a fit like some crazed lunatic - I blame my Mother for this reaction. (Although in her case - my brother was pretending to be a cat and had the dead mouse in his mouth.) I bleached him from head to toe. I think he might live.
As I was heading home I noticed a lot of roadkill on the side of the highway and it got me thinking about people who remove them - for a living. What do you suppose their table conversation is like? I watched an episode of Trading Spouses once and they ate road kill for dinner. It was appalling. Not only was it roadkill - it had been their pet turkey. And then they told the visiting spouse what/who she had eaten. She nearly threw up. It was all very amusing.
When we were in highschool my friends and I were in a car rally.... and one of the items on the list of "Things to Find" was roadkill. I remember scraping a dead squirrel off the side of the road with a shovel - you wouldn't believe how hard I had to work to scrape that little bugger up! Worst of all they didn't even look in the bag to verify that it was indeed roadkill! I was indescribably proud of that little carpet - and the fact that I managed to keep him in one piece... no small feat.
This reminds me - my Mother was cleaning out her pond last week and a squirrel bubbled up from the bottom. Nearly gave her a heart attack. Then she put it in 500 bags and into the garbage can - where it sat fermenting for 5 days until the garbage man came. You could smell it all the way down the street. Hideous. I actually hid behind a curtain spying on the garbage men to see what their reaction would be -(because I'm childish) to their credit they didn't even flinch. Made me wonder what the worst thing they ever found in a garbage can might have been.
Sweet dreams blogfriends.