Following last week’s discussion of Old Wives Tales, particularly those dealing with woolly worm weather prognostication, acorn-induced luck and future fatalities as portended by the birds, Ms. Diva has developed a tendency to search for a deeper meaning in all things inconsequential.
On the way home today, she inquired about the number of opossums on the roadway.
“Look! That’s the sixth dead one we’ve seen. What do you think it means?””
Smartypants, who has all the answers, announced: “Well, I’d guess it means they’re too stupid to look both ways… or it has something to do with the economy.”
(And I’d have found this terribly amusing – had I not been preoccupied with the fact that Diva can tally up the number of carcasses between here and yonder. Seriously, how weird it is that? Like… on a Southern scale of 1-10 – with 10 being , when the tornado hit the trailer-park, she appeared on the local news in foam hair rollers type of crazy- counting roadkill has to be… what? A five? Maybe a six? )