Just this morning I was running in my neighborhood and a cat pranced over and wanted to show me the chipmunk it has just killed.  He was so proud of himself, jutting his chin up at me with the little chipmunk hanging there limply. I congratulated him and kept on going.

a dead cat and a dead possum

i watched the possum get flatter and smaller over a period of weeks... soooooooo nasty!

the cat looked like someone hit it and then moved it up onto the MIDDLE of the walking path - I guess to make sure the owner saw it.  It was only there for a very short time, thank goodness.

Okay, I almost stepped on a used condom on the road this morning. I don't know if I was more disturbed that it was on the road (in a neighborhood, 1/2 a block from my house) or the idea of how it might have gotten there! EWWWW!

I have allergies, but I still run outdoors, and sometimes I just gotta spit the phlegm out, butttttt, I spit it in the grass away from the track even though I hate to actually stop running and do that. Fortunately, I run in the mornings, and the track is pretty empty. The grossest thing I've seen is very large piles of dog crap in the middle of the track, and the other day there was a dead frog. I almost squished it, but seen it just in time, so I moved the poor thing with a stick into the grass. I've never had anything thrown at me, but I have had nasty comments hollered at me.

Today I saw a rusty knife and an empty beer bottle within four feet of each other on the side of the road and thought "I sure hope they weren't used together!"

I've also seen run over squirrels and possums and cats and such.  Oh, and once a pair of underwear!

Running through a border state corridor with bridges, the homeless tend to live under the bridge supports.  Last Sunday I came across a homeless person sleeping under the bridge support on a little 3x5 coffee table he had drug up from somewhere and was sound sound alseep.  He had his 12 pack behind him wedged up to the support beam held in place with his back.....and all the previous cans scattered on the ground in front of him.  This was at 9:00 a.m. - at the entrance to the bike path as well and at 1:00 he was still there when I came back on my bike....and finished my ride at 3:00 - still sleeping like a baby with the beer firmly in place.  He was alive as his color was very pink.  

Other than that, the random shoe, glove, etc.

There is always road kill on my runs.  this weeks carnage - 2 flattened turtles..