We can only hope. The two-lane roads I drove Sunday were littered with the little carcasses, and they were pretty fresh. With my penchant for keeping tallies, I decided to spend ten miles counting them. Eight in said miles. It was some serious roadkill.
Yes, the drive can be monotonous. However, it was something to do while I wrestled with the wind yesterday and deftly passed high-profile vehicles swaying in the ”breeze.”
It’s good to be home.