A very possible cause of my death occurred to me today. It is an elephant-in-the-room which I have been willfully ignoring for a decade+.
Just down the street from where I live - the whole time I have lived here - there has been a big block of land fenced off. The reason, as I understand it, is that there was something dangerous dumped or leaked there by the previous occupant that makes it a toxic threat or whatever. There are frequently technicians in there assessing things but as of now, as far as reopening the land for business, no dice.
It is like half a mile from where I live. I walk or bike right along the fence pretty much every day.
It must be very bad because it is some EXTREMELY valuable real estate sitting there undeveloped for 15+ years. It is right on the lake. Port Credit, where I live, is prime suburb in terms of commuting to Toronto. I cannot stress enough how valuable it is.
It is not small either. Must be a square kilometer. Someone could build a handful of highrise condo complexes or whatever on there. Right, as I say, on the lake.
Whatever is going on in there must be bad.
So maybe that's how I'm going to die: in some kind of Erin Brockovich type deal.