Sometimes I have a very sick sense of humor. On a previous post, Jaime's friend Tanya, mentioned that she had viewed a blur of white trillium's, while driving past them in a car. I, for some reason, thought she wrote about red and white flowers. Anyways, her post made me laugh. She is so funny. When I re-read the comments a bit later, and still thinking red and white, my sick sense of humor kicked in. All I could think was, "Eeewwww.....road-kill". Now come on, stop that gagging and groaning. If you had read the comment, being as tired as I was at the time, you would have thought the same thing. And if you think about it now it really is funny. Well at least I think it's funny!
Please, for those of you who are animal lovers, don't start blogging me about how I am obviously an animal hater. That is not true. I have two cats, that aren't mine, that I feed and take care of, and will continue to do so until they die of, hopefully, old age. For a time I had four cats that didn't belong to me. Sadly we had to euthanize two of them. Mojo and Chester were brothers and great cats and I miss them both. Our grand-dog, Grover, died at our home a few years ago. He had cancer and we were dog-sitting for the day. We knew it was only a short matter of time for him and I am glad that he was with us, or at least someone and not by himself, when he died. He was a great dog and he too, is missed very much. We have always owned dogs and cats, fish and hamsters, guinea pigs, birds and the occasional salamander. One summer we even baby-sat a lizard for my nephew. We had to feed it live food. I couldn't do that so hubby John did the feeding. We had the lizard for a week or so. As lizards go, it was OK. Not my cup of tea but somebody loved it. So you see, I really do like animals. Well, except spiders. I HATE spiders! My motto is, "The only good spider is a dead spider!" I am getting the creepies just writing about them. Snakes I can tolerate, bee's can buzz around me whenever they want. Mice don't bother me. Bugs don't bug me as long as I don't have to pick them up. I can get them in a jar and put them outside all by myself, no problem. But spiders...UGH!!! Now, in fairness to them, they can't help it that they were born as spiders. I feel sorry for them, really I do. As long as the spiders stay out of the area of my house, property or work space that I happen to be in, I won't go looking for them and they can live. However, if I am in a room and one starts moving and I see it, well all I can say is, blame Lois if it rains. Sometimes, well most times, I get someone else to get rid of the spiders. They really scare me. If I'm by myself then I shut the door of the room that the spider is in until someone comes along. Then they take care of the spider for me. Put it outside or kill it, I don't care as long as I don't have to go near it. There is always an exception to a rule. I don't have a problem with daddy-long-leg spiders. I would never kill one and I can pick them up and move them to a safe place without a second thought. Doesn't bother me in the least. Weird eh? I figure this must go back to a childhood thing. Probably because of the book, Charlotte's Web, which was one of my favourite reads when I was growing up.
Oh! I just thought of something. At this point I must make a correction. I just have to put June-Bugs in the same category as spiders. They absolutely terrify me. Hubby John has to get them out of the house if they get in. I freeze when I am near, or even hear, one of those things. YUCK! Now I feel all slimy. I HATE June bugs.
Anyway, I digress. Getting back to the subject of road-kill. Please, don't judge me as an animal hater, just judge me as someone who, once in a while, has a sick sense of humor.