Bad rodent.
May. 14th, 2011 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tedwordsThis morning, on the way home from my Saturday routine (coffee, scratch tickets, whorehouse...okay, maybe I made one of those up), I was driving down the road and a bushy squirrel (that is, a follower of George Bush) ran in front of my car.
As it miraculously navigated its way around my tires and broke on through to the other side (it was also a Jim Morrison fan), I started to panick and quickly rolled up my drivers side window.
Why?
I had this thought that for some reason, the furry little beast might turn around from its determined frenzy to cross the street and instead try to jump into my car. Then, it would start nibbling on my jugular.
I'm not exactly convinced these are normal thoughts.
In any event, I survived.
As it miraculously navigated its way around my tires and broke on through to the other side (it was also a Jim Morrison fan), I started to panick and quickly rolled up my drivers side window.
Why?
I had this thought that for some reason, the furry little beast might turn around from its determined frenzy to cross the street and instead try to jump into my car. Then, it would start nibbling on my jugular.
I'm not exactly convinced these are normal thoughts.
In any event, I survived.
