You remember my squirrel.....The gold medalist of traffic crossing?
One day as Roy and I drove to town, there was a couple of dead animals in the road near the park. One small raccoon and a squirrel.
Roy says, "Your squirrel bought the farm!"
"Oh no! My squirrel is a champion road crosser and would never get hurt. That's not my squirrel."
He rolls his eyes, "How do you know that isn't your squirrel?"
"Becuz right there is my squirrel! Look, He sees me and is runnin' after us! See right there!"
Sure enough my squirrel was runnin' towards the road!
Roy rolls his eyes....but there was a mischievous look to them this time.
He looks up into the rearview mirror and says, "Yep there he is in the road wavin' for us to come back. Oh look out! Ooooooh, That car hit him!"
And I looked back!!!!!
One dirty look and a backhand to Roy's chest, "DON'T Mess with ME about MY SQUIRREL!"
You just wait.....I will get even!!
Ssshhh...there is a HugeAssSpider in the trash can...it's a big as house....it will not flush!!!