I met a possum
Went for a bike ride yestersay at about 6am. Stopped at a little old 19th/early 20th century cemetary and took pictures.
The most disturbing thing I've seen in while: a dead possum on the road. Not too unusual, but around it were little pink bits. I thought at first they were possum guts, but on further inspection they were baby possums(!) Now biologists, you know that possums are marsupials, so they are born premature and grow in a pouch on the mother. So these newborn possums looked like little squashed fetuses lying all over the road. I took pictures. And wouldn't you know it, traffic decided to pick up, so who looked like a freak on a bike taking pictures of roadkill? I don't know if I'll post them, for fear of losing my readership(eheh. HAHAHAHA). But they are available upon request.
On my way back, I noticed a book on the side of the road and picked it up. It turned out to be The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. Inside it is a receipt showing someone bought it at a used bookstore for $3.98. As I continued, I found a bunch of new, blank notebooks and other assorted books. I started gathering them up until I realized I didn't want them and wouldn't want to carry them back, so I dropped the notebooks in a stack where I found them. Maybe whoever dropped them would come back to get them. I stuck The Red Badge of Courage in my pocket and continued.
It was around this time that I noticed my front tire had gone flat, so I had to walk the two miles back home. But you don't hear me complaining.
The most disturbing thing I've seen in while: a dead possum on the road. Not too unusual, but around it were little pink bits. I thought at first they were possum guts, but on further inspection they were baby possums(!) Now biologists, you know that possums are marsupials, so they are born premature and grow in a pouch on the mother. So these newborn possums looked like little squashed fetuses lying all over the road. I took pictures. And wouldn't you know it, traffic decided to pick up, so who looked like a freak on a bike taking pictures of roadkill? I don't know if I'll post them, for fear of losing my readership(eheh. HAHAHAHA). But they are available upon request.
On my way back, I noticed a book on the side of the road and picked it up. It turned out to be The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. Inside it is a receipt showing someone bought it at a used bookstore for $3.98. As I continued, I found a bunch of new, blank notebooks and other assorted books. I started gathering them up until I realized I didn't want them and wouldn't want to carry them back, so I dropped the notebooks in a stack where I found them. Maybe whoever dropped them would come back to get them. I stuck The Red Badge of Courage in my pocket and continued.
It was around this time that I noticed my front tire had gone flat, so I had to walk the two miles back home. But you don't hear me complaining.
posted by Textual Harassment at 11:15 AM
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