And just after breakfast.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I am very sensitive about all things animal. I used to cry over road kill. All the time. I didn't even have to be the one to hit it.
One time I hit a cat. It had been running along the side of the road and suddenly jumped out in front of me. I barely made it to work. I had to sit on the side of the road for a good 15 minutes before I could drive, and then sobbed all the way to work.
After 12 years of living 30 miles from work, in the middle of nowhere, I got used to all the animals on the side of the road. Dogs and cats still bothered me, but I could pass up a deer without a tear even coming close.
Yesterday on my way to work, I saw this black thing on the road. I was certain it was a shredded tire off of a semi. When I got closer I realized it was a black bear. His, or her, little brown face, broke me up. I have seen a couple of bears in the wild and had heard there were some around here, but not 5 miles from my house, on the interstate.
Thankfully they cleaned it off the road before I had to drive home.
He didn't look very big, but then, I don't think black bears get very big.
I called my mom tell her and she said, "Wow, isn't that awesome." Not really what I was thinking, but whatever. I hope she meant "awesome" in a sad unique way.