On September 24, 2005, over five months before we were even engaged, Lisa let me pull over on a county road in northeast Wisconsin to look at a roadkilled porcupine (Erethizon dorsatum). She didn't even flinch when I whipped out my multitool and pulled a few quills to take home.
We were both saddened by the untimely demise of this individual, but it was really cool to see a porcupine up close. They are, after all, totally weird and cool. Nigh-impregnable lumbering cavimorphs! They climb trees and eat ax handles!
But perhaps the lesson here is not about dead rodents, but the nature of love - which. apparently, means looking the other way while your significant other stops to examine roadkill. I'm a lucky man.