We don't need no stinkin' badgers

I think I may have used that title in a post many years ago. Not sure.

Yesterday, while walking to work, I passed that old garage. You know, the one that looks like it's been standing there for the past 127 years and by damned it's not coming down now. I caught something out of the corner of my eye, a cat, lying in front of 'Ole Shakey'. Turning my head to look at this rather massive cat, I recognized it as a badger.

A badger made me jump. I've always heard that they are fierce creatures.

I don't think I've actually ever seen a live badger. Certainly never this close. Turns out, I still haven't. For this one was already several hours past its sell-by date. Still, I had never been this close to a recently alive badger. The stuffed ones at the museums had been pushing up the daisies for decades before I ever glanced their way.


All this to say... passing the badger immediately made me think of "We ain't got no... stinking badges", which, in turn, made me realize that I didn't have my security badge for work. Already halfway into my 20 minute walk into town, (and don't forget, very very sore) I continued in, facing the shame of asking for one of the "I forgot my badge" badges.

So this morning, upon passing "Ole Shakey" and the-spot-where-the-almost-live-badger-once-lay, I once again thought of stinking badges and once again discovered mine to not be in my possession. Not wishing to go through the process of badge surrogacy two days in a row, I turned back home.

That's it really. No punchline. Rather dry, I admit. But that badger was huge!