Yes, you read that correctly, the squirrel hit ME.
It pretty much fell out of the sky. Waaaaay up in the sky.
Onto my car. As I drove it down the street. The busiest street in Who City.
I saw it plummeting out of the clear, blue sky, tiny arms and legs waiving well.... exactly like you'd imagine they'd wave if you fell out of the sky. I swear I heard it screaming.
So I braked, gasping. Then giggled...then laughed......then roared in uncontrolled hilarity as it landed gracefully on my windshield.
And slid off
And scampered away.
At that point I was laughing so hysterically that I could barely drive.
It's like I'm a chaos magnet or something.
Do these kind of things happen to you too?
3 comments:
LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BTW LOVE THE PIC!!
HA!!!!!!! Never been hit by a flyin squirrel, but I have been pooped on by a bird while walking. ICK!
Oh. My. Word! That is hilarious. yeah you must be a magnet. I never read these stories anywhere besides here and Rachel's blog (once upon a miracle).
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