The Roadkill Chapter

In my roadside journeys, it is only natural that, over the miles, I should come across many a squashed animal. Here is a brief photo essay* of the more interesting ones I've come across so far:

Ironically, this was probably hit while picking at some other roadkill. Any ornithologists out there care to identify (Lanie, I'm looking at you...)?

Okay, seriously, wtf? No body, no nothin'.

Apparently this coyote wasn't quite Wile E. enough.

That's vun! Vun batty bat! Ah ah ah!

I bet that made a terrible sound.

...and with her last dying breath, she coiled herself into a message dicipherable only to those amoungst us her are blessed with the gift of parseltongue. Thus began the mystery of the corn snake...

I really hope that this porcupine popped one of the tires of the car that hit it.

Pepe Le Mort

Any minute now, it'll jump up and start singing...

*idea for this photo essay graciously borrowed from the illustrious Ms. Katherine.