I did something last night on the way home that I haven’t done in years.

Hit a possum! Yeah!


Reminded me of the good old days in my frivolous youth when I primarily viewed my car as a weapon in the grand quest of varmit slaughter.

There’s a lot more varmit-squashing opportunity in Utopia than here. I think this is the first time I’ve even really had the opportunity to hit something since I moved here.

And with my Camaro you didn’t have to worry too much about hitting the varmit with a tire, the car was so low that hitting it anywhere would take care of business.