I was driving across town today, following a rather old Toyota, marveling at the great condition of the body and paint job. It was really remarkable, as the car looked like it was from the late 80's.

Stopped behind said Toyota at a stoplight, I noticed the gentlemen driver leaning out his window to get a closer look at some roadkill. The roadkill was a squirrel, who had had the misfortune to have a tire roll over its head. The body and fluffy tail were in perfect condition, but the head (or what should have been the head) was a big blob of white and red goo.

Imagine my surprise when the light turned green, but instead of driving forward, the gentleman in front of me put his car in park, opened the door, leaned down, grabbed Fluffy the squirrel by the tail, and placed him in the vicinity of his passenger seat. Thankfully, there was no one in his passenger seat.

Then he closed his door, put the car in gear, and drove away with his bounty.

I just don't know what to make of that.