Day 22

So there I was, sitting in the turn lane. Minding my own business...when THUMP!

okay okay let me back up...


It's another beautiful rainy day in South Carolina. I say this with no sarcasm. I love rainy days and best of all... they keep the bees away!

Well Nicole asked if I could drive them to school. Normally they take the bus, but since he drives like he is Keanu Reeves and can't possibly go below 50 Nicole did not feel safe with the wet roads.
Usually we walk down to the bus stop, sassy the wonder mutt is on her leash.
Sassy loves getting the girls from the bus stop, she knows the times cause she prances all around like she is hopped up on Mt. Dew!
So we loaded her in the car too.
We were jamming along to Katy Perry going about 15 mph to get into the turn lane when something drops out of the air!
I do mean drops! Like a plane above opened it's cargo doors and slams into my right front fender!
I stop my car. I am a bit flustered cause I have no idea what just happened.
I get out of the car.. in my P.J.'s (which is code for a t-shirt and cotton shorts) and flip flops.

And there is something lying in the road...

There is a man next to it...

I ask him, "what did I hit"...

ok so take your best guess...

a bird...nope
a deer...nope
flying debris...nope

He says, "you hit an owl!"
"What?" I respond. No way!
Yep ladies and gents...I somehow managed to hit an owl.
I immediately find a few things wrong with this...

One.. it's dawn, it's light...He should be sleeping
Two... aren't owls supposed to be wise.. I don't think it was wise to fly into my car like he was on a kamikaze mission.
Three.. Pooh Bear and Tigger are going to be sooooo mad at me!
I feel so bad. I have never hit anything. I swerve for bunnies, deer, squirrels, quail you name it I would run into a pole before hitting it. (now bees and wasps... ill chase those with a perfectly good can of raid)
I see this owl laying in the side of the road.. and he is a big darn owl.
What do I do?
I can't put him in the car. Sassy is in there. She will eat him! "Thanks Mom, taste like chicken. Got any sauce?"
What if I pull a Harry and the Henderson's pick up the owl and he is only stunned, comes to in the car and pecks the crud out of us!

I decide to get back into my car, I have no other choice.

I look in my rear view mirror and the guy that got out his car is gone and so is the owl.
I think at this point he took a look at my California plates and is thinking I am that horrible girl who murdered the poor owl.I am home now, the car had no damage but I fear the owl has spread the word...cause now I am a sitting duck and 'the birds' are watching me.

He's trying to be discreet, but I know he is watching me and judging me!