the continuing saga of wtf
I was at the park and there was a dead raccoon literally lying by the side of the trail. I heard a rustling noise and as I came up the little hill and around the tree I saw it writhing on its back, sort of pawing at the air around its face. There were already flies around its mouth. It stopped moving after a moment--I have no idea if it was some kind of death spasm or what. I guess maybe it fell out of the tree. It wasn't fully grown, anyway.
Man.
This has been a very macabre day.