I heard yesterday that the local fugitive, let's call him Mr. Stabber, has this neat trick where he lays in the road to get people to stop so he can... I don't know, rob them, steal their cars, hurt them? Anyway, I'm letting the world know right now that henceforth I will be running over anyone laying in the road in front of my car. I am not interested in stopping and potentially getting myself harmed or killed, tyvm. I will try to not roll over anything crucial to his life - you know, avoid the head and the chest areas - but I can't make any promises. I'll also try to slow down enough so the impact is lessened, but not slow enough he can chase me on foot if I manage to miss him entirely. Afterwards, I will stop at a safe distance and call 911 from my cell phone. If he gets up and tries to come at me, I will run him over again.
I'll still swerve for turtles, though. If it's safe. I feel bad for turtles, but I'm not willing to risk my life for them.
This is really a strange world we live in, ain't it? Where men going about lying in roads for nefarious purposes. Actually, in a related note, two people in the area have been killed recently because they were either lying in the road or sitting in the road late at night. I assume drunk or stoned. Possibly suicide by motor vehicle. Stupid either way. I feel really bad for their families and for the poor people who hit them. They didn't ask to be the instrument of those morons' deaths.
I think anyone who wants to tear down a public statue is welcome to do so, provided they pay for the statue in advance and clean up after themselves when they're through. And that the money they pay goes back to the people who paid for the statue to begin with - i.e. the taxpayers in most instances. If it's on private property, tough luck. Perhaps the owner would be willing to sell it. As always, if it doesn't belong to you, though, don't touch it. Whether you like it or not, whether it offends you, whether it hurts your sensibilities or your feelings or melts your special snowflake.
Earlier this week, I was shaking rugs and one of them snapped back and hit me in the back of the hand. Hurts like the dickens and now I have a bruise there. Oh, the weird ways I injure myself. LOL
Last night, we had a fourth fawn in the yard. It was quite exciting as we thought we only had three fawns this year. But the light doe, the one who was still pregnant when all the other gals had birthed, brought her little bitty baby to see us. Yay!
What's on your this n that today?