Death
Yeah well about an hour ago I was comming home from a friend's house. On the other side of the road a truck SWERVED into with the obvious intent to hit an opossum...and succeeded. So I skid to a stop, pull over to the side of the road, cut the engine and run to the opossum. It was bloody as hell it's leg is obviously broken and it's head is caved in. Literaly when it moved the snout moved independently, like the bottom half of a slinky. Blood was flowing freely and the breathing was bubbly and rhaspy. I ignored the blood and the struggling picked it up and brought it to the sidewalk.
It died before I could lay it down.
So, not wanting mum to freak out cus there's blood in the car (hard to wash out) I carry it's slowly cooling body to the park. Find bushes and bury it under them, well sorta buried it. Shallow grave, I covered it with dirt and sticks so it wouldn't immediatly be eaten by something. Then I walked back to the car drove home and spent twenty minutes washing my hands.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
It died before I could lay it down.
So, not wanting mum to freak out cus there's blood in the car (hard to wash out) I carry it's slowly cooling body to the park. Find bushes and bury it under them, well sorta buried it. Shallow grave, I covered it with dirt and sticks so it wouldn't immediatly be eaten by something. Then I walked back to the car drove home and spent twenty minutes washing my hands.
Doesn't that sound like fun?