From Road Smear to Here

Ever wondered what happens to road kill? Honestly, me neither. That was before I caught an episode of "Dirty Jobs" on The Discovery Channel the other night. You guessed it. There are people out there who get paid to pick up road kill. Dirty job, but........ (pardon the pun.)

So there are men who drive around all day picking up road kill. They see it, they pick it up and drag it, (they may take a moment to barf about it), but ultimately they throw it in the back of their truck and move on to the next victim. Once they have the truck bed full, they take it to the county composting facility where they bury it. After a while.. it decomposes and becomes the mulch we pay money for in the store today. (Don't know about you, but I'm seeing a business opportunity here.)

That's ALL I could think about when the lawn service was out the other day spreading Lord-knows-what onto our yard. Now I'm afraid to walk up the driveway for fear that I'll hear the ghosts of animals past haunting me. All of a sudden, I see the animal version of the "Thriller" video coming to life in my front yard. The smell has attracted every fly in the closest five counties. I'm sure the neighbors are loving us right now. Thankfully, Halloween is approaching because this definitely adds to the fright factor.

I've attached a picture of our yard for your viewing pleasure. I rest assured that what ever this black stuff is will make our yard look beautiful in the spring. In the mean time, please look closely and let me know if you see any not-so-completely-decomposed deer hooves. I hear there is a market for those as well.