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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.
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.