America’s deadliest wild animal
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described yesterday, one had a bit of time to wait until a CSX Freight train cleared through, an interval spent organizing his immediacies.
Camera straps, backpack stuff, straightening out my shirt so the buttons descend in a neat fashion rather than being pulled over to one side by the camera strap – all that sort of stuff. I exist in a web of straps.
Once the train passed through, I was free as a bird again. Hooray.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
America’s deadliest wild animals, however, had wandered onto the vehicular road bridge over Chartiers Creek. Traffic had halted as these two rather confused fawns were trying to figure out how to escape the pickle they found themselves in.
I helped by waving my left hand in the direction they should go and yelling something like ‘Bip, bip, bip’ at them. It doesn’t work with Moe the Dog, but I figured I’d give it a shot here.
One can report from a scientific ‘trial and error’ experiment, on two distinct species of animal, that yelling ‘Bip, bip, bip’ and gesturing does not translate well into either the doggish or deermerican languages.
As an aside, I am increasingly convinced that whomever it was that took care of Moe when he was a puppy, way before we adopted him, spoke Spanish around him. He always responds energetically when I tell him ‘tu estas un loco perro’ or say ‘Oye, tu estas un Moe.’
Maybe that’s the answer… my lunatic dog might be bilingual.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I always think to myself that deer look like giant mice. I’m an idiot.
Luckily, these spirits of the forest decided to skedaddle, and ran down the shoreline to Chartiers Creek, which is kind of where they belong.
Deer don’t attack humans, necessarily, and they certainly aren’t predating us. Instead, the 400 Americans who die (on average) every year due to interacting with these deer, the country’s most dangerous wild animals, do so due to car crashes.
Not bears, mountain lions, or even ticks. Deer. Deer kill more Americans than any other critter.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot looking back at McKees Rocks.
Now, I was in the grip of a familiar problem. The section of Carson Street between McKees Rocks and my next destination is a de facto highway, and ‘no bueno’ as far as walking it. There are sidewalks for most of the way, but with heavy traffic moving along it, often at double the speed limit. Last time I was here, I summoned a cab.
This time…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I finally rode a bus in Pittsburgh, lords and ladies.
Nothing extraordinary about it, it was just a ten minute bus ride, but it ‘got me out of dutch’ and deposited the physical firmament at a spot where I wasn’t quite as likely to get squished by a pickup truck.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The particular bus stop I debarked the vehicle at was the one found alongside the Duquesne Incline, whereupon a pedestrian ramp over Carson Street was utilized for this chicken to get to the other side of the road. My day was just getting started, after all…
Back tomorrow with more.
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