It's hard to beat ...swerving out around a juicy dead possum or at least something vaguely mammalian anyway(WAY OUT AROUND IT) and just when you think you're in the clear and the worst is behind you a little stringy piece of something putrid and unmentionable slaps up the back of your calf and sticks there. Makes you ask yourself: just how badly will I need to DRINK that extra bottle of h20 today?
And hog farms...has anyone mentioned that? If the meth chefs ever figure out how to distill the ammonia from the air around hog installations we are all in big trouble.