This post will act as a starter pistol being shot off, officially announcing the onset of Turtle Hurtle season here in the Heartland of America.
Skunk Straddlin' and Bunny Dodge Ball
On Your Mark...Get Set...waitforitwaitforit.......GO!!
Really. I'm convinced that this is a mind game road crossers revel in playing with humans seated behind a steering wheel. At least the zippy road crossers do. The amblers - turtles, armadilloes, skunks and overweight raccoons - do not. They just take too long to get from roadside to roadside and have the unhealthy and permanently debilitating habit of playing Freeze pretty much dead center in a lane. Around here, squirrels have by far the world's worst intuition about when it's safe to navigate across a road. And once they come to the decision to go, they change their squirrely minds and like a boomerang, twist themselves around to go back from whence they came. Very often that is the final maneuver they will ever make.
Hah! The image of the Loony Toons character, Cecil the Turtle just popped into my head. Plodding along in a race against Bugs Bunny, looking sleepy and brainless. But he, uh, "wins" the race...with the help of a lot of turtle cousins playing Tag, You're It.