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Here it is, what you've all been waiting for, the real inside story. I'm sorry it took so long to prepare a new blog entry. I could claim extenuating circumstances, but how is that your problem? All I have to do is take advantage of the great facilities on Weather Underground. You guys have the hard part, which is to wait and wait and wait...
Today's story comes to you from the fractal interface between Man and Nature, that thin patch where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. In Man's relentless quest to go ever farther and faster, Nature often finds herself cast in the role of innocent bystander -- or, in this case, fresh roadkill.
In case you missed it, the tale behind this grim memento is related in my previous post, entitled "Near Miss". For those of you who may not have been following the thread, perhaps I should explain that it was only a near miss from my point of view. From the fatally truncated viewpoint of the unfortunate woolly worm it was obviously a direct hit.
At this point I believe it would be appropriate to honor the memory of the poor creature, whose passing made this blog entry possible, by observing a moment of silence.
Thank you.
He was a good woolly worm, a good son and a good neighbor, who always did his best to make the world a better place. Right up until the moment of his passing he was striving to be the best insect he could be. You can tell by the expression on his face that he believed in a brighter future for us all. He worked hard every day to bring that future nearer. Only the intervention of cruel fate could have prevented him from reaching his goal.
Though he was snatched from the world prematurely, let us not forget the example set by this noble creature. He was steadfast and true, undeterred by obstacles that may have been placed in his path. His shining promise is undimmed by his untimely demise. We can only assume that he was called away for a higher purpose.
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Now maybe you can find some that aren't QUITE so suicidal, and tell us what they say about Winter.
Loved the eulogy.
OSHN, I kind of got bogged down with the funerary oration. It was meant to be funny, but when the doorbell started ringing, I hit the Submit button. I never quite got around to the punchline. Sorry.
It's really frustrating, you know. I was at my parent's place for over a week, and the only woolly worm I found was this squashed one. I'm not sure what I was doing wrong. Probably walking around during the wrong time of day. (I'm a night owl, late to bed and late to rise.)
During the ride home I spotted half a dozen caterpillars on the highway. On a couple of occasions I was tempted to jump out of the car with my camera, but there was no safe place to park the car. I didn't want to leave it running in the middle of the pavement, blocking traffic. ("Officer, I was only taking pictures of caterpillars for my blog.") Besides, after being away from home so long, I was anxious to get down the road.
My research is effectively ended for the time being. I doubt there are many woolly worms to be found in this urban setting. Hopefully I'll be back in the country before they all pupate.
I was just honoring the loss.
damn the doorbell and the phone
Winter will be messy on either end and fuzzy in the middle
The WollyRoadPizza has spoken.
He'll never have the guts to do that again.
ROTFL!!!
Sorry woolly worm, but that is funny!
Thanks for the laughs Bogon, and nice to meet cha!
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