Wolsamnoraa's Blog

Since some of my day is spent in the car, it seems appropriate that some of my posts are about that time in the car.  I hate traffic.  It’s one of the reasons I don’t sleep at night.  Sitting in traffic is good for one thing, however.  It allows drivers like myself to take their eyes off the road for minutes at a time and focus on the pristine nature reserves that have been built into medians and in between on-ramps and freeways.  The irony is that no matter how well preserved they are, they accumulate enough trash each day to completely nullify their purity.  So, anyway, I was scooting along the other day during one of the many daily rush hours when I was shaken from a non-traffic related day dream.  Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a fox running through one of these tender embankments enclosed by the freeway on one side, an on ramp opposite of that, and an overpass connecting the two.  He was dashing and darting through and around the sanctuary’s many fickle bushes and native trash heaps.  He was running because directly behind him was a female fox, the vixen.  She was chasing him.  I felt truly happy.  In the middle of trash and smog seemingly cut off from any real nature, these two wild animals found love and, what would seem to be, the preliminaries for sexual activity.  I gleamed at the sight of the chase.  The male fox cut right then left and then ducked behind some shrubbery.  The vixen, however, did not follow suit and cut back away from the embankment towards the traffic jam.  She quickly bobbed and weaved through the stopped cars on the outside lane like she knew they were permanently stopped.  It was apparent that she was beckoning the other fox to join her in a game of tag or hide-and-g0-seek.  But the male fox seemed frightened and failed to raise his head from the bush he was hiding in.  In the outer most two lanes of the highway, all of the passers by were enthralled at the display and had completely stopped to watch.  She was fancy freewheeling and high living until WHAP!  The vixen traveled just beyond the stoppage into the third lane where traffic had begun to move quickly around the blockade the “right-laners” created.  Realizing the misstep she’d made, she bounced up and over trying to get off the road.  Just as she reached the zenith of her jump, she was creamed by a truck.  Unfortunately, it didn’t kill her initially.  The impact decimated her hind parts but left her conscious and panicked.  At that point she attempted to crawl back into the safety of the embankment using just her front legs.  Frantically clawing across the black top, an SUV fully equipped with chrome wheels and a soccer team got the best of her.   The vixen had become apart of the asphalt just as her refuge was apart of the interstate scenery.  As I turned back to see the fox in the bush, I noticed that he too had witnessed his lover’s demise.  From the bush I could see that his head drooped and his tail sagged between his legs as he hovered over some pups.  It seemed that no sooner did nature’s dance of love begin that it ended.  It was by far one of the quickest mood changes I’d ever made from sad to happy to sad again.  It was a black day indeed.