Two weeks ago on the way to school there was a dead squirrel in the road, clearly the victim of an unfortunate encounter with a car. I saw it on the way to school, showed it to Babs as we came home, then Kiddo saw it as we walked home that afternoon.
"Did Babs kill it?" Kiddo asked, knowing of her hunting expeditions.
"No."
The next day, it was thankfully gone. Babs asked, "Where did my friend 'dead squirrel' go?"
Now she has a lot more respect for the consequences of being hit by a car.
And she cheers on every squirrel that makes it safely across the road.
About a week ago we saw a snake on the side of the road, also a victim as it was completely flat. That night Babs prayed all by herself, "Bless I never see a dead snake again."
