All Things Profane and Sacred

The season of the dead mole is upon Portland. I'm not really sure why dead moles proliferate at this time of year-hell, the wildlife is so freakin weird here. All I know is it happened at about the same time last year too. At first you see one or two baby mole bodies here or there. Then the dead moles expodentially increase untill you're surrounded by dark furry bodies with little long toed feet, and pinky noses. I tell you, I just don't get it.