Chapter 4: Road Kill

Dusk, evening.

Sloshing with all the water I’ve consumed, which was not the alleviation for hunger I had hoped, I begin the night trek along the highway median. Hunting the median seems logical to me, for several reasons. Any animal crossing the highway, from either side, has to cross the median. Then be exposed crossing the pavement to finish getting completely across. Maybe I don’t see them when first crossing into the median, but leaving the median strip, they will certainly attract my sharp eyes. My eyes are very sharp, and my vision very acute. My breed is among the gazehounds or sighthounds. Yet my long nose is very sensitive, too. Only about ninety percent as sensitive as a blood hound but nearly fifty percent better than short nosed dogs. Still, compared with humans, I have fifty times as many receptors in my nose and the portion of my brain devoted to interpreting odors is forty times larger than humans have. My eyes are uniquely designed to detect movement, and automatically trigger chase without my conscious decision.