I really should be blogging about Ian and Adrienne’s wonderful wedding this weekend. It really was perfect and they really are just the more adorable couple ever. But I have to get something off my chest. About 1 week and a half ago a raccoon was hit by a car on the street that I live on. The street is right beside TO’s version of central park, so there are all kinds of animals (even a zoo) and there’s all kinds of traffic. So sometimes animals meet cars and tragedy ensues. This is why Zeus is an indoor cat.
Anyway, this raccoon was killed. And maybe it’s just my small town values, but when an animal is killed on the road in an area where children live and play, usually someone comes from the city and does a little bit of swiveling and we’re all spared the gruesome guilt of knowing what happens when coon meets car. It’s been like 10 days, and every day as I walk to work I see the animal carcass a little bit more decomposed and a little bit more flattened by the passing cars. I can only imagine what the kids that go to the montessori school a block up think.
Oh I just had a troubling thought. Maybe the city doesn’t pick up the road kill… Maybe the rednecks do. //shiver.
HRH
