A rabbit was hit by a car in front of my house. I don’t think Klara is capable of understanding the concept yet, so the corpse isn’t traumatizing her. But it’s 90°, and after spending the whole day in the blistering heat, the animal has begun to stink. Plus, vultures have started to gather. None of this is particularly attractive.
I’d do something about the rabbit but I have no idea what’s done in these situations. So I approached the next-door neighbor.
“So I’ve been wondering about that,” I began, waving in the direction of the rabbit. I couldn’t say the words “dead rabbit” because I didn’t want to have to explain the concept to Klara who was listening with great interest.
“Yes!” the neighbor interrupted eagerly. “The folks across the street are really desperate to sell their house, it seems. I knew it would happen even before they put up a sign. And mind you. . .”
“No, I meant. . . that. . . over there,” I interrupted.
“The pergola!” he exclaimed. “I know! It must have cost a pretty penny, and I wonder if they are planning. . .”
“I mean the expired critter on the road!” finally I found words to describe the dead animal that a toddler wouldn’t understand. Unfortunately, the neighbor didn’t much get them either.
“Oh, I hope they don’t do much damage to the road with all their repairs. I heard that the realtor they chose has had a lot of problems. My niece’s husband says. . .”
That’s the first conversation ever I’ve had with a neighbor in this street and it wasn’t entirely unsuccessful because the neighbor did shovel the dead critter into the creek in the end.