no goldilocks in sight
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
So on the drive into work this morning, I was coming around a corner on the highway and had to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision with not one, not two, but three black bears. A mother and her cubs to be precise.
Not that there isn't always the chance of seeing wildlife on the roads where I live; I do live in the sticks. But I just sat amazed, stopped dead in the middle of the highway, as Mother Bear glanced over at me as they scurried past, and I had to smile at myself at yet another reminder that I don't live in the city anymore. These things just don't happen in a crowded, smelly, overpopulated center. I may complain about the details, but it is things like this that remind me that I am still glad that we made the move up here.
And thankfully, there were no hungry, tired, housebreaking blonde girls in sight to worry about when this all went down.
Not that there isn't always the chance of seeing wildlife on the roads where I live; I do live in the sticks. But I just sat amazed, stopped dead in the middle of the highway, as Mother Bear glanced over at me as they scurried past, and I had to smile at myself at yet another reminder that I don't live in the city anymore. These things just don't happen in a crowded, smelly, overpopulated center. I may complain about the details, but it is things like this that remind me that I am still glad that we made the move up here.
And thankfully, there were no hungry, tired, housebreaking blonde girls in sight to worry about when this all went down.
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posted by raistlinsghost at 9/26/2007 10:40:00 PM
4 Comments:
Black Bears???!
Black Bears.
Three of them, all dancing with glee.
Well, not exactly dancing. Maybe capering.
Yeah, can't say I've ever had that problem in metropolitan (*snicker*) St. Petersburg. I almost hit a gaggle of drunk, homeless winos - does that count as wildlife?
I think for the purposes of keeping score, winos only count *if you hit them*.
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