Mostly trash. There's a homeless guy that sometimes patrols this
area for aluminum but the endless waves of plastic don’t seem to
have something to do with the trash. But no. As a Bronco rumbles
past me a small mouse hops out of the wheel well, in such an
Honda, and keeps up with us, damnit. I felt like I was watching a
horse race, cheering as I look around me trying to catch the eye
of the drivers next to me. Do you see this? A mouse! And he is
running as fast as a car! Come on y’all appreciate this nature and
shit!
I can almost hear him panting as his short back legs
seamlessly move in tandem with his forearms, making him seem
as graceful as a small mouse running for his life could be. This
goes on for at least half a mile. I feel like it’s a special performance
just for me. I get to see this—wow am I lucky. I keep cheering and
run off course and under the right wheel of the Honda. I don’t think
she even felt the bump as she went over him, if she did—she didn’t
react. He rolls out from under her wheel, lifeless, and I swerve to
avoid the little body. That whole day I think about how he ran, and
how he rolled. I wonder if I’m a little sick.
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