So I'm on my way to my sisters' house and I see three boys, all about 12 years old, on the side of the road with their bikes. I couldn't tell what they were doing at first, but the closer I got I saw that they were stopped in front of a dead racoon. Let's just say rigor mortis had set in and it was very round. I shook my head and kind of smirked. That's such a boy thing to do. Sit and look at a dead animal.
So about 45 minutes later I'm on my way back home. I get to that same spot in the road and what do I see? Nothing. That's right. The racoon was MIA. I can only imagine what happened to it. *shudder*
Let's just hope nobody touched it with their bare hands. Yuk!