My dog licked a squashed roadkill turtle yesterday. It took me a minute to figure out what it was that was so delicious to her. Usually anything she’s eating on the side of the road is not something delicious to me, but I couldn’t even identify the thing as a turtle at first.
Roadkill is one of the most tragic things. We read roadkill, whatever poor creature got it, as standard collateral damage in life. It’s only standard because we think we need to get somewhere right now. It’s also standard because we are used to seeing it from a moving vehicle where you can’t smell it or see it too close (or sample it, if you are my dog). We’re insulated from the animals lying by the side of the road, until it’s a deer or moose, and then we’re only worried because our car will be totaled. It’s not about the significant injuries to the animal.
If someone hit that turtle on, say, a bike, it’d be the bicyclist hurting on the side of the road. But that poor turtle didn’t stand a chance against one of the local Priuses or Subarus who regularly come speeding around the dirt road.