As runners, we often find ourselves in places where others aren’t, or gain a perspective on an area that just isn’t possible when driving through. It’s no coincidence that it always seems to be runners that find dead bodies.
So when I was out for my Saturday run, the one day at this time of year that I can run when it is light enough to run on country roads, I made a gruesome discovery.
It is that time of year when the roadkill count is way up. I am not talking about just any roadkill, either. When I was out on my run, on a 6-kilometre stretch of road, I found no less than 4 squashed pumpkins.
The most heart-wrenching part about finding smashed pumpkins is that sometimes, you can still see the expressions frozen forever on their poor little faces. Some of them were terrified; some were really angry. Others, poor dears, didn’t see it coming at all and were smiling obliviously.
Clearly this is a problem that is preventable. I mean, I know they don’t move very fast, so if you don’t see them in time, there’s little hope. But come on, they’re bright orange! At night they tend to be lit; they don’t exactly blend in with their surroundings. In addition, their movement patterns are pretty predictable – if you pull out to pass, it isn’t like they’ll dart in front of you, even if you’ve startled them.
I know that the season has come a little later than usual, but it is still only once a year, so please drive with caution.
If you think I am exaggerating about the severity of this problem, you need only go for a run to see what I am talking about.