Road Kill

It has happened to me twice in the  past month.  We are driving along Kasama road at 100 km per hour and the driver gets a hand signal from a pedestrian like a tumble motion.  The first time, it was Ba Lamek, our Peace Corps driver.  He quickly pulled over and shot out of the driver's side to run back.  However, he came back slowly and empty-handed.  He proceeded to explain that he ran over a mole crossing the street.  They come out of their holes at this cold time of the year.  They are quite delicious to eat, he explained.  A pedestrian beat him to the dinner entre (called "relish"). The second time I was a passenger in a minibus just behind the driver and on the same bench as his conductor.  When we pulled over and the conductor jumped out, I didn't even look around since this is routine to pick up the 20 something passengers which cram into the van.  However, the conductor climbed back in his seat with a dead tan mole dangling from his hand.  I instinctively jumped away like I could escape through the side window and made a small yelp sound.  That was hilarious to everyone in the bus but the driver quickly instructed the front passenger to open the glove compartment and they tossed their roadkill inside.