It lay on its belly, its limbs spread out on its sides, its tail kind of wrinkled and crooked (think of a Bugs Bunny skit, where the characters run smack against a hard surface). Andy and I just sat in our car for several seconds, gaping at the thing, wondering how in hell that happened because it looked as though the rat did a swan dive off an elevated surface and went splat on the car window, where it got broiled under the sun.
Then again, it simply could have crawled up the car and died there, but I prefer the metaphorical pathos of the swan dive.
It was the most bizarre, disgusting, and hysterical thing I've ever seen. The mere thought of the car's owner driving around, completely oblivious to his rodent jerky auto decor just got me laughing my ass off while Andy sat beside me, turning green and shaking his head in shock.
Oh yeah... the car was a Lexus.
On a more philosophical note... given the following facts: (a) a pre-birthday dinner celebration, (b) a luxury car, and (c) a mummified rodent lying flat against the rear window... I'm inclined to view this whole thing as a poetically symbolic, dadaistic demonstration of my thirty-five years living on this earth.
Lovely, lovely thought.
Where's one of those phone/cameras when you need one? Swan Diving Rodents?
The visual alone is priceless!!!!
And I am SLOWLY getting your b-day prezzie done. It's hard with my now 18 days and running headache, I am hoping to have it finished before your birthday is over, keep your fingers crossed. If not you'll have it as soon as I can get it done. I can't focus on things for long, my eyes go all wonky from my headache.