A Homeless Guy Molests an Injured Beaver as a Woman is Trying to Save It
Source – A Washington man is accused of having sex with an injured beaver that a woman was attempting to save.
Kennewick Police Department said in a statement that officers responded to Columbia Park late in the evening on Labor Day for “a report of a transient male having sexual contact with a wild animal.”
They detained Richard Martin Delp, 35, who was also found to be in possession of suspected methamphetamine.
According to KXLY, a woman saw a driver run the beaver over. She wrapped it in a towel and rushed home for a box to aid the injured animal.
But when she returned half an hour later, she saw a man lying next to the beaver with his pants unzipped.
The Tri-City Herald reported that the woman told police she wanted to take the beaver to a vet.
At first, she thought the man was trying to help the beaver when she saw him lying with it—then she realized what was really going on.
By the time police arrived, the beaver was dead.
This woman probably doesn’t realize it yet, but in time she’ll come to appreciate that Richard Martin Delp did her a favor. There is no one more in need of a reality check than the kind of woman who’ll put her entire life on hold to save the life of a strange beaver she just met. And no reality check more real than seeing a homeless meth head killing that beaver with sex.
Saving the life of a roadkill beaver is the act of an idealist. To believe that Beaver Lives Matter and being willing to risk rabies, bites, bacteria and a veterinarian’s bill to prove the point is the ultimate idealism. Which means it borders on delusion. Ask anyone who’s had one of those saw-toothed rodents set up shop on their property about the damage they can do. And how the government won’t let you do anything about it. Those mangy little fucking monsters will build a dam and flood your property and you’re not allowed to kill them. Besides, it’s not like this was an endangered white rhino or something. The continent is lousy with beavers. If anything, the real hero of this story is the driver of the car.
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All that said, the most important cold, harsh, dose of reality this woman really needed is to learn the hard way the nature of homeless drifters. How meth heads will do meth head things. She probably never met one before and had some romantic image of colorful hobos with hearts of gold who can’t be pinned down to any one place. So they ramble around the great outdoors to satisfy their wanderlust. When the truth is, the only thing they’re satisfying is their methlust. And when you leave one of them alone with a wounded beaver who needs your help, the only word he’ll hear is “beaver” and stick his dick in it.
I’m sure she’s sad about it now. But someday should find Mr. Delp (hopefully not raping an injured squirrel or going all necrophiliac on some deer carcass) and thank him for setting her straight on how life really works. Lesson learned.