I may have just dealt with the smell. Fortunately for me, Rumsfeld taught me the importance of keeping gas masks and heavy duty duct tape around in case of a biological attack. I think this qualifies.
Hilarious description, almost as funny as when you told us in person. I would like to post my side of the story, but its just too sad. It was horrible finding him still alive and suffering.
On the way back down the street the sun hangs directly overhead, seemingly feet above the ground like some amoral, all seeing eye of some long neglected god. Whizzing across the surface I notice huge bugs in mid hunt. The dinnerbell of the dragonflies has been rung, as they dive bomb, strafe and swoop up their newfound bounty, in a miniaturized dogfight painted in the washed out orange brushstrokes of a West Texas mural.
here- i'll let you borrow my dead possum pic to enhance the reader's experience. however, it is freshly-not yet fetidly- dead. my street dept. answered the phone and showed up a day later, which gave all the soccer kids time to point and stare with their parents. the dads had to be dragged away by the children.
yours died a lot more gracefully than mine. trucks and cars had clipped it, and there were a million little rocks where those kids had slingshot the poor guy. most of the rocks probably came from my driveway, the filthy urchins.
yours looks like he is sleeping. mine looked like he was going to take a bite outta crime.
oh he(?) sure did look peaceful. so much so, i was worried like you, that it was a possum ruse. after sufficient poking with a stick, i felt safe in shoveling it into the park next door. i figured the street dept. wouldn't show if i left it in my yard.
please know I will use this post whenever I am hungry as a diet aid. BILL'S WRITING- LATEST HOLLYWOOD DIET CRAZE.
I am not a friend of the possums since they took off with one of my chickens. It's like BAD SWAMP RATS. I do not love the possum at all :/ But I can't hurt them.
i don't know. i liked animals as a kid. i would have looked at a dead animal, but i wouldnt try and desecrate the corpse.
they are all the distilled evils of adults without the social responsibility. but luckily they are small and dont know how to do a lot of stuff, so we can beat back their horrible tide for at least another years.
I remember the first time I saw maggots. I was 5 and a bunch of us neighborhood kids had armed ourselves with sharp sticks in a driveway to hunker down around a dead rat. Not just any dead rat but the MOTHER of all rats. Huge, bloated, quill-toothed jaws agape (the rat not the kids) and unseeing eyes looking coated in dried out days old spooge. The eyes were the first to go. It was inevitable. Swatting away shiny blue bottle flies, we tentatively started poking here and there till some one got the bright idea to flip it over. Out of its body cavity came a roiling mass of writhing rice, shiny white against the dark pelt. At first I thought that the rat had eaten something that had started to eat it until a more knowledgeable kid filled me in. Maggots. Once the fat kid from next door started to *flick* them at the others with his stick we scattered like the wind. I will never forget that day, the day my life changed forever.
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I may have just dealt with the smell. Fortunately for me, Rumsfeld taught me the importance of keeping gas masks and heavy duty duct tape around in case of a biological attack. I think this qualifies.
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my unpreparedness is what is really going to let the terrorists win.
i still think i handled it a lot better than brownie and the boys could have.
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even if they are big and scary.
it was probably that old one who has been around forever out there.
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You are a poet, man! a POET!
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it was the bugs and sun that did it! i just wrote it down.
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here- i'll let you borrow my dead possum pic to enhance the reader's experience.
however, it is freshly-not yet fetidly- dead. my street dept. answered the phone and showed up a day later, which gave all the soccer kids time to point and stare with their parents. the dads had to be dragged away by the children.
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trucks and cars had clipped it, and there were a million little rocks where those kids had slingshot the poor guy. most of the rocks probably came from my driveway, the filthy urchins.
yours looks like he is sleeping. mine looked like he was going to take a bite outta crime.
lets trade!
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ick, no, you keep yours- and mine, too ;)
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our days on this earth would be numbered.
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I am not a friend of the possums since they took off with one of my chickens. It's like BAD SWAMP RATS. I do not love the possum at all :/ But I can't hurt them.
Why are kids so weird!?
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they are all the distilled evils of adults without the social responsibility.
but luckily they are small and dont know how to do a lot of stuff, so we can beat back their horrible tide for at least another years.
the scariest part?
they become US!!!
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