On the road again...

Like I said before, we went on an 8 hour trip to my cousin's wedding. Being on the road for that long with 6 girls packed tight in a car, you know there will be lots of 3 things...eating, laughing, and whining. Luckily, we did more of the first two and not a ton of the last. I wanted to share one little story of something that happened while driving, but in order for you to really appreciate the story, I have to give you some background stories, so get ready!

I do not know if this happens to everyone and it just traumatizes me, or if this happens to me unusually often. For some reason, I have strange encounters with animals on the road quite often. Weird, I know! Let me tell you about them...one encounter happened while driving at night to my grandma's house. It was dark, and POURING down rain. I'm telling you, the rain was blinding, so I decided to pull over and let the rain pass over us. As I pulled on the shoulder, I saw something white through the blinding rain. What was it? A DUCK!!! Yes, a duck, and it was "ducking" (I crack myself up) its head into its feathers. I scream. And I ran over the duck...by ran over it, I mean that my car straddled it...the duck lived...I screamed and then laughed hysterically. Another time, I was driving with several friends in the car. It was dark. As I drove down a hill, I saw something in the road. I screamed, and screamed and screamed. I don't think my friends knew what I was screaming about. We drove over the victim animal, then I heard a thump thump. He was a goner. I screamed and screamed, then laughed hysterically.
A different time, I was driving late at night by myself back to Falls Creek camp. I saw something, so I slowed down. It was a good thing I slowed down because here came an animal (I can't remember if it was a raccoon or a possum) crossing the road, and guess what was behind it??? Little babies! Such a sweet and tender moment...I laughed hysterically and then screamed at the thought that I saved the lives of a family that night, even if it was the family of raccoons or possums.
Another time, I was driving either by myself or with Bethany. We saw a cat in the middle of the road. I didn't see it in time...thump thump. I looked in the rear view mirror, and I saw that poor cat...only half of his legs worked. He drug the other half. It was so sad, but I screamed, then laughed hysterically. I don't know why I laugh at such sad things.
I ran into a bird one time. I screamed and then laughed hysterically.
I saw a hawk drop a mouse from the sky, straddled the mouse and saved his life. I closed my eyes, screamed, and laughed hysterically.
These are only the times I remember. These are very traumatic times in my life.
Well, it happened again on the road to Texas. We were driving in broad daylight, when I see a squirrel in the road. The little guy really reminded me of those commercials when the squirrel pops out in front of the car and causes the accident on purpose. He kind of came out on the road, and kept going back and forth on the road, leaving me screaming, "oh no! oh no!"
When I saw that he was going to stay in the road, I ducked my head, put my hands over my head (as if the thing was really going to come up and hit me in the face!) and screamed, closing my eyes tightly. Did I tell you I was driving? Yes I was! Why in the world do I always close my eyes and scream and then laugh? I don't know, but it is true. And by the way, there was no thump. Mr. Squirrel lived to see the evening, unless he was hit by a different driver, but I don't want to think of that!
Autumn and I spent a lot of our miles on the way to Texas laughing SO hard at me covering my head because of that squirrel! I glad his life was saved!