It's Like A Mine Field

I like Fall. I do, a lot. I used to be a strictly late Spring and Summer person. I hate any kind of cold weather. As I get older I do appreciate the change of the seasons more. I think Fall is fun. Schools back in, routines that I couldn't wait to end at the end of Spring, I'm now looking forward to starting again. The weather gets cooler. The air conditioner (will eventually) go off. Trees are so pretty. I love Halloween. Different set of clothes come out. Kids go pumpkin picking. Nights are cooler. Days get a little shorter, but that's okay. Soccer games are back on. The list goes on and on.
There is one thing I totally hate about Fall. It's gonna sound a little crazy (I'm not sure if it's gonna be the cool kind). Now, I don't know if this happens everywhere, but around here it seems the squirrels have a death wish. I'm not even kidding. Marc calls them the kamikaze squirrels. There is not a road I drive down that doesn't have a squirrel carcass or two this time of year. I know why too, I'm smart like that. You can tell me if I'm wrong Science teacher Twist. They are just insanely storing up food for winter. Trying to hoard all the little acorns or nuts or whatever it is they seem to be gathering. I think they are on a squirrel type Easter egg hunt and they are trying to get the treats before the others get to them and get them home. Cause I see them running around all jacked up like they've injected three non fat expressos in the last ten minutes. They've always got something in their little squirrel fingers and all of the sudden BAM, out goes another one. Flattened to the road. Here's the other odd thing, we are of mixed religion here, I was brought up Presbyterian, Marc's mom is Jewish, his dad is Catholic, we are kind of mutts of the religious world, which is fine, for this post it neither here nor there except whenever I see any dead animal on the road I have the habit of making the cross sign (and I don't do it correctly either) but I have been doing it for as long as I can remember, I mean years and years. I feel so sorry for dead animals on the road, it breaks my heart. Their little animal families waiting for them and they never come home. Somehow, years ago, I guess I thought I was giving them some sort of religious ceremony. And I am nothing if not a creature of habit. Now my kids have a slight tendency to do it to. So if you see a silver car full of fair haired, loudly singing people racing by and making crazy hand signals you will know, my friends, there is dead animal somewhere.
After the past couple posts I have an idea. Kathy, maybe, if you didn't mind, could you clean them up around here and just bring them in to Mr. T. Science fame, you said he liked that kind of stuff. Just if you have time......... :)