I love a good buffet as much as the next guy, but enough's enough!

Growing up in NH, I am no stranger to road kill. Squirrels, raccoons, deer, and the occasional cat or dog (sad). The only victim of mine was a snake I ran over on a country road headed to hike my favorite mountain.

As a city dweller, I've seen possum (Saint Louis), and a lot of squirrels, and, ugh, rats.

Usually I see the victims once they've been well-mashed or after some rain or something.

But there was a week in January that I saw fresh road kill every other day. I mean like blood you could soak up like gravy.

Not only was it kinda gross, but it felt like a bad omen. I believe in stuff like that. 

Knock on wood, nothing's really bad yet happened.