The Times-A Trip Down The Yellow Brick Road

When I drive my roommate to work it's a 22 mile one way jaunt down a narrow state highway. This little trek takes me through both woodlands and wetlands [swampy shit]. It gets so boring coming and going that I count the roadkill. I don't stop at the number of dead animals. No, I make a mental note of the different types.

It seems that dead polecats, i.e., skunks rule. However, an occasional bobcat can be seen. These animals are ferocious and will rip your face off when cornered. They even concern me when they lie in the middle of the road looking like a bowl of Spaghettios.

I even saw a lady in a van whack a deer one morning, or the deer whacked her van. Either way the deer became another great example of the beautiful, plentiful and varied example of our local roadkill.

It's a wonderful thing when you travel beautiful, bumpy, underfunded and poorly maintained highways and bi-ways only to be mesmerized by the assortment of roadkill. The beautiful dead armadillos or sleek, and now gutless possums that once pranced merrily off the roadside are now splattered for your enjoyment.

So, if you're ever down in these parts, I'll take you on a gleeful and educational trip down bloody highway 11. It's almost as entertaining as Disney. Once that's done we can drive on over to the bayous and watch Cajuns play banjos and harmonicas all the while trapping live 'gators. It's a dream trip.

It's like driving down the yellow brick road to Oz. It's magical...