Hm, the scary thing is, I think if my true passion was picking up road kill, I would probably never find out. It would never have occured to me to try that profession. So I am doomed :-(
I picked up roadkill for two summers in a row while working for the DPW, but we never called it roadkill, we denoted the dearly departed as 'buddies'. It was sorta funny since you may wonder, "Where do all them buddies go after you get done pickin em all up?" They all went in this 12ft hole known as the buddy pit.
