Whenever a squirrel bounds out in front of my car I always brace myself for the death bump, but it rarely ever happens. Then when I look in my rearview mirror to see if there’s roadkill left behind, there’s nothing. Where did the squirrel go? Is there some kind of portal to a squirrelly 3rd dimension underneath my Yukon that the little rodents are diving into?
Sometimes when a bird swoops down in front of my car, narrowly escaping death, I wonder if its some kind of sick birdie gang initiation that made him do it.
