Road Kill Depresses Me

On the way to the dog park I encountered a young skunk in the road. With such glossy fur, at first I thought he might be a cat and possibly still alive (I lost my favorite cat that way), but he was neither a cat or alive. He must have just been killed before we arrived though. I wanted to at least pull him off the road, but I had my dogs and he was pretty stinky.
On the way back from the dog park, all that was left was flattened and unrecognizable blood, guts and fur.

In more upbeat news, here's the belated h/t Wagga fishnet find I didn't get around to posting yesterday:
Rather tangentially Flowy reminded me of my fascination with Catherine Deneuve - she never looked as silly as most during the tasteless years.


The Heretofore Unmentioned #55