DETRITUS PRESS

This morning I walked out of the house and nearly stepped on an animal that I wasn't readily able to identify, which is a rare thing for me on my home turf. I don't mean the stepping on a dead animal part--with two outdoor cats that happens all the time--I mean the inablity to identify the animal. I spent most of my childhood in the woods of West Virginia and have seen a lot of wild animals. I'm proud of that. True a lot of that time spent in the woods was spent killing those animals, but I don't do that any more--I'm proud of that too. It seems that I had this trouble with the post-mortem identification because this animal was a rare thing on my home turf.

I'm very upset with our cats this morning. They, and by extension, I may be responsible for the extinction of flying squirrels in South Charleston.