I hate to call it writers block, being at a loss for words, because it's my own fault. I'm easily distracted, there's bright and shiny lights outside now. All I needed to do though, was look past the pretty colors right out my front window to see the next post that had to be written.
The family and I looked out there this afternoon, scrunched our eyebrows together in udder disbelief, looked at one another and collectively said,
"Do you see what I'm seeing there?"
We all agreed it was something we never expected to see and that I should blog about.
"But where do I start?" I asked.
"A picture?" Boy #3 suggested.
"NO." The husband adamantly objected. I was already on my way to my camera, but stopped. I'll try to paint you a picture with my words.
The dog brought it to our attention with a low guttural growl, she was perched on top of the couch looking out the window with great interest. Boy #3 took a look.
Boy #2 took a look.
"Did that guy just hit that squirrel?"
"Yep." Boy #3 replied.
"What's he doing with it?
"Huh?" The husband took a look.
We have a "common area" across the street, one of several in the development and this guy picked up the squirrel he hit with his car and carried it over there.
"What the fff."
"Mom, this is a WTF situation. You have to say it here."
"Not necessarily, let's see what he does next."
"What the "freak"? He's burying it with leaves? Does he think no one can see him? It's daylight, it's 3:00 pm on the main road and there are people driving by and dogs barking. Who is this guy?"
"I should have my camera right now and film, not taking pictures, this is YouTube gold. It would have gone viral."
"NO." He's no fun, the husband.
The guy kept grabbing hand fulls of leaves and dropping them on the dead squirrel that he so lovingly dropped under a tree, where children play. Actually I think that tree was third base when my kids played over there.
"He's burying it on third base." Boy #2 said to Boy #3.
Yeah, it was third base when the boys used to play there.
Okay so the guy has his car parked on the side of the road causing traffic to slow, the neighborhood dogs and ours are barking, it's daylight and this guy decides that after he leaf buries the dead squirrel he needs to squat down to a puddle of muddy water and wash his hands.
"See this is why I carry the little bottle of cucumber/melon anti-bacterial hand sanitizer gel in my purse that you guys say stinks. I'll bet he wishes he had some of that now. You know to remove the smell of death from his hands."
It isn't like no one has never seen a dead squirrel in the road, it's a common occurrence. I guess this guy was trying to do the right thing? No? Or he's just bat crap crazy. Nevertheless I need to thank him for bringing kookamonga right outside my front window, I barely had to move to write this post.