roadkill rally

Oh, ladies & gentleman! It's an amazing Cinderella story, where a scrappy squirrel, a real underdog, comes from behind and wins the race! 

(The street sweeper got to the squirrel first).

neck and neck

The opossum will be asking for a judgement call: if 51% of him is no longer in the gutter, does he win?

Meanwhile, the squirrel, considerably less spry these days, is trying a new tactic. I think he realized that skunks get removed promptly, so he decided to start stinking.

It won't be long now...

on the road again...

I’ve been watching an unusual race this week as I ride my bicycle home for lunch each day. The race is between an opossum and a squirrel. I guess in a way, the opossum cheated because he started the race last week, so I thought he would surely be the first across the “finish line.” As it stands right now, the squirrel has gained ground, and I despair of the opossum even crossing the line at all. 

You see, the opossum and the squirrel are both dead. The opossum shuffled off the mortal coil last week, and the squirrel joined the race over the weekend. They are racing to see who will be removed from the gutter first. Sadly for the opossum, he now more closely resembles a remnant of carpet rather than a once-living creature. So much so that I doubt anyone would think to remove his carcass. The squirrel is trying hard to win, since he has an adorable, surprised look on his face; veritably smiling and winking at passing cars and trucks. 

I’ll let you know who wins.