A day late...

So Jessica (don't click that link if you don't want to see) had this contest going on where she wanted to see the best pictures of roadkill and there was an awesome prize up for grabs (a shirt worn by her for 365 days straight, not really but close) and I wanted to win it so badly! A month ago there was a coyote AND a rattlesnake but I didn't know about the contest then so I didn't take a picture. I'm not really accustomed to stopping on the side of the road to look at death. Or to smell it.

I knew she was announcing the winner today so I thought I had enough time to get something. I looked everywhere I drove for a dead critter and there just weren't any, so in an act of desperation I decided to go make my own roadkill. I figured the Animal Park was only 30 minutes away and I was sure to find something exotic there that I could hit with my car and take a picture of. I loaded up Madelyn and started out.

As we were pulling out Chris pulled up and asked where we were going so I invited him along. For some reason he thought it was a really bad idea, something about damaging the car with a giraffe, which is ridiculous because I was after an elephant, and then some non-sense about endangering Madelyn and getting arrested. I don't know where he comes up with this stuff.

I decided I was going to go anyway and this is where I got lucky. Chris stepped behind the car and I was too busy making sure my hair was ok and CRASH!

At first Madelyn thought she should perform CPR.

But then decided that it'd be much more fun to just poke him.

Disclaimer: No husbands, Daddies, or Marines were hurt in the making of this blog post.