Roadkill

OK, here comes another.

WHOOSH!

Three

Three

Three

Good, shows class. Two more.

WHOOSH!

Three, Three, Three!

WHOOSH!

Two, Three, Two

Just like mine! No class at all. One more.

WHOOSH!

Four

Five

Four

WOW! Real class. Expensive to own. I just love counting the red light
groupings on the back of flatbed trailers. Ain't got a whole lot to
do driving this big rig. Beats counting the miles.

I think in a while I'll make up stuff using the letters on license
plates. That will keep me mind busy for awhile. Don't want to nod
off behind the wheel.

Uh O what's this? Roadkill of some kind. Not as big as a deer but
bigger than the average dog. Cain't tell in the dusk lighting.
Might be a sheep or something like that. I don't know what it was
but it ain't what it used to be.

Something is already eating on it. Buzzard I'd guess. No. Wrong shape.
And it ain't black. Kinda like a bird, but not. What the hay? I'll slow
down a bit. Crap. That ain't no buzzard! Other wordly it looks like.
Better get a picture.

Breaker 19.

Silence.

Breaker 19. Did any of you drivers west bound see this roadkill at
yard stick 102?

Silence.

Figures. Must be listening to SiriusXM. The eastbound cain't see this.

As the rig stops I set the brakes, put her in neutral and grab my digital
camera from it's hiding place. Whoops! All most forgot. I set the 4 ways.

I get out the driver's door and head back to the scene. Camera at the ready.

Within 20 feet I snap the first shot. The flash on the camera lights up the kill
and the hungry whatever. That's when whatever noticed me. It looks up. It
ain't no bird! Kinda metallic. Kinda slick looking. Out of this world. And
it ain't in the least happy to have its meal interrrupted.

I keep snapping shots as I back away towards the truck. The thing raised its
head showing a circular mouth with many rows of teeth in ever closing concentric circles. The last of the light bouncing off the serraded edge of each tooth, broadcasting the efficiency and quickness of downing a meal.

Frightened, I drop the camera and take a dead run back to the truck. I gotta
get in and get out of there. Glad I left the big engine running.

Just as I got to the door I felt the thing land on my back. Simultaneously I felt
a stab just to the left of my backbone. I instantly went numb and fell to the
ground. In falling I rolled onto my back with my head resting on the bottom
step below the driver's door. I felt nothing. I could move nothing. Well, I
could move my eyes and blink and breath and my heart still pumped.

Looking towards my feet I notice I'm missing my right shoe. Hell, I'm missing
my right foot! And there the thing was, eating away at my leg. I could hear the
bones crunching and the slurping of blood. No pain. Wonder how long before
I bleed to death? Unless the thing has something in the juice injected by
the stinger that clots blood preventing a loss or something. Kinda like a
skeeter, ya think?

Man, he's working fast. It must prefer fresh to roadkill. I should take a picture.