The first time I saw a kangeroo...
My grandparents live in Oz, I was excited to visit them and see the crazy down under wildlife.

It's getting dark, we're winding our way through the roads of Queensland on they way from airport to Nan's home. So, being a young pommy lad, of course I ask about koalas and kangeroos. I am laughed at and told that I'm more likely to see a koala in a zoo.

"What about Kangeroos?" I asked eagerly.

"They come out mostly at dusk or dawn, you're gonna need to get up early for those." Grandpa chuckled, weaving the pickup truck round the tabletop mountains.

Then we saw something in the headlights, but we were moving too quick to make it out and it made an almighty thud as we made contact with it.

There was a shape on the road behind us, not in the middle but off to one side, but we didn't get out to move it or anything. Grandpa reversed up a little, took a quick look out the window and drove on.

He said something about it not looking quite right.

When we got to the house he got out and inspected the front. There was a lot of blood on the bumper bit and flickers leaving a bit of a trail, over the roof and into the back of the pickup.

And that is where I saw the head of a freshly decapitated kangeroo.
(MrTeapot hasn't played with himself since, Tue 27 Dec 2011, 15:08, Reply)