While driving along about a quarter-mile down the road after leaving my house, a blur of motion caught my attention at the bottom of my windshield. For an instant, I thought a leaf had swept across the driver’s side wiper blade, but when I glanced down for a closer look, the head of a chipmunk popped up from under the edge of the hood.
I immediately
stopped my car at the center of the country road. “You need to jump off!” I yelled to the
chipmunk.
The chipmunk
didn’t move.
I found
my phone and snapped a couple photographs.
“You need to go,” I repeated.
Thinking I could urge the critter to leave by freaking him out, I turned
on the windshield wipers.
The chipmunk
vanished under the hood.
Reluctantly,
I jumped out of the car and opened the hood.
Even before I had the hood fully raised, I saw the chipmunk shoot out
off the edge of the road and dive into a patch of sagebrush.
“And
stay out, you little brat!” I called after him.
The
Hitcher
—Mitchell
Hegman
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