So a friend of mine and I hung out today and had some coffee. After leaving, we were driving down a 40 mph road and witnessed a squirrel take on two cars. Trying to dash across the street, one car's front-left wheel bit the squirrel's face, leaving the back wheel to completely run the furry over. The following truck ran over the squirrel with both tires. Struck with sorrow for the squirrel, she looked back to see it one last time before losing sight of it, and I find myself victim to a sudden freakout which signals me to turn and look. Lo and behold, it got up and wavedashed across the street, sliding under a car, and dodging another by a hair to find refuge in the nearby bushes. Totally broken.
He's going to have some kind of story to tell his grandchildren.
Squirreldashing, mang..
He's going to have some kind of story to tell his grandchildren.
Squirreldashing, mang..