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When Muriel and I moved West 28 years ago, I bought us a book called Flattened Fauna so we could identify the roadkill as we crossed our great nation. It was written by an actual college professor exploring the habitat of the highway.

The line that sticks with me was from the bit on opossums. "Sadly, in the harsh environment of the roadway, playing dead is often followed by the real thing."

Loudon Wainwright III – Dead Skunk Lyrics

Crossing the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn't see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are

You got your dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinking to high heaven

Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose
Roll up your window and hold your nose
You don't have to look and you don't have to see
'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory

You got your dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
And it's stinking to high heaven

Yeah, you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog
On a moonlight night, you got your dead toad frog
Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon
The blood and the guts, they're gonna make you swoon

You got your dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinking to high heaven
C'mon, stink

You got it, it's dead, it's in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinking to high heaven
All over the road
Technicolor

Oh, you got pollution
It's dead, it's in the middle
And it's stinking to high, high heaven

He's not dead. He's just pining for the fjords...

Here's another flat roo.

Petting zoo.
Getting some while he's getting some....

dwerbil wrote:Petting zoo.
Getting some while he's getting some....

Aw, that's so cute.