Originally, this blog was intended to be my take on life, a way to write regularly, and so forth. I'd like to move it in a different direction a bit, using my own lens to contemplate stuff going on in the world. Please comment ... I love conversations!!!!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Disturbing Realization (Kind of Gross...)
While driving into work this morning, I had a disturbing realization...
Anyone that is my Facebook friend knows that I have an unfortunate tendency to hit squirrels, chipmunks, and even birds with my car. It's horrible, and I hate it, but I guess it's unavoidable when your daily commute is nearly two hours.
Anyway, I've always kind of wondered whose job it was to dispose of the...well, the plethora of road kill.
I found out this morning that, apparently, the job falls to Mother Nature...
There were crows. A lot of crows. It wasn't pretty. I guess I'll leave it at that.
I mean, part of me wishes there were special sanitation workers in charge of it. Hell, even the proverbial garbage truck rider.
Nope. Crows.
Ewwwwwww.
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I think it's not seen as enough of a problem to have people hired to do it. Plus road work is always dangerous. I think it's just not seen as enough of an issue.
ReplyDeleteAs long as the crows don't become part of the roadkill, they're doing what nature intended them to do.
ReplyDeleteStill yeeeuck, though my boys love watching it and have been known to say, 'Look dad, roadkill. Cooooooool.'
Depends on the state! Some states do have vehicles to dispose of it. It is collected in big transporters who scoop road kill and then visits sites with other animal carcasses (such as the one I used to work in!) and brings them all to the rendering pant. If you want a real gross-out, think about what happens there. We used to call it the Yuck Truck.
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