After years of therapy, Gertrude finally came to the realisation that, unlike Wile E. Coyote, she could cross a road with no traffic on it, and not get run over by a truck that would suddenly come out of nowhere. Sadly, she was turned into feathery stain on the blacktop by a Peterbilt just seconds after this picture was shot.
--- I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.