Murrrrderrr

This morning, where the sidewalk and the driveway meet I saw a dead vole. I’m being respectful of your feelings, especially you cube dwellers having lunch at your desks before tying in to work. You don’t want to start your day with a rigor-mortized yellow-fanged blind vole next to a puddle of its own blood, festival of color and detail though it might be.

The thing I found fascinating was the crime scene. >First I noticed a blood stain, then stain by stain I saw a blood splattered trail leading to the body.

This program contains graphic violence so tiny it doesn’t count.

There was a slight flesh wound on the cement side of the vole (yeah, I carefully kicked it over – sorry, “her” over).

Gary guessed it immediately. “She was a victim of a 9mm Luger bullet, wasn’t she!” Well, more likely a cat got bored and “played” it to death in the middle of the driveway.

I have a little fondness for this vole, though. All that emotion with no eyes!