I collect photographs of roadkill. There isn’t much variety here; mostly cats, kittens, mice, dogs, snakes. A bat. I’ve acquired the habit of turning my car around when I spot one. In this photo, I stopped my car in the middle of the road, deserted most of the time. I’ve seen my share of furry stiffs but she disturbed me most. The price of committing to this hobby is that eventually, the roadkill you stand in front of will tell you things, to stick you to their silence as you photograph them. And she was the first who told me to stop. I could only take one photo and then I left. She stuck to me the most.