06-18-2002, 03:43 PM
My favorite road kill story is this: Driving along Rt9 just South of Plattsburgh. The road runs right along Lake Champlain. If it's raining and dark, all of the frogs and toads jump out of the tall grass for the relative safety of dry ground. This dry ground is a three mile stretch of winding road. Yes, I am talking about 3 miles of road completely covered in frogs and toads hopping in your head lights. Creepy the first time, hilareous the second if you are with someone who does not know what's going on. (Why does the road look like gravel, why are their huge raindrops bouncing off the road, what's that constant squishing noise,....)