Why do they do this to me? This is the second time this calendar year that a bird has suicided itself using my car and I feel awful.
Back in September on a really warm Saturday morning, I was driving back from my job doing about 55mph, and this little sparrow flew right into my windshield and exploded. I started freaking out. It looked like a crime scene. There was blood and stuff everywhere and I couldnt figure out why the hell it did that. It looked right at me and just ended itself. I was freaking out so bad my first reaction was to turn on my wipers and clean the windshield, but I had left my window open because it was a nice day, and all the blood and wiper fluid shot into my car and onto my face. I felt like shit for a week.
Fast forward seven months later after I had finally gotten over that bird, and I'm driving in my mustang to this high end barber shop for my haircut while I'm on vacation, and I see this thing that looks kind of like a leave floating slowly into the middle of the road. By the time I got close enough, I realized that it was an injured Blue Jay, and I could not stop. I was going 45 and there were at least 4 cars right up my ass. I tried to drive between it, but I think my wheel ran it over. I looked behind me in my mirror and it stopped moving and now my day is ruined. I'm the type of dude that looks down when I walk to make sure that I don't step on bugs, yet these fucking things choose me twice in a year. Why? Does this happen to anyone else?
I knew I should have just stayed home and watched Game of Thrones.
Back in September on a really warm Saturday morning, I was driving back from my job doing about 55mph, and this little sparrow flew right into my windshield and exploded. I started freaking out. It looked like a crime scene. There was blood and stuff everywhere and I couldnt figure out why the hell it did that. It looked right at me and just ended itself. I was freaking out so bad my first reaction was to turn on my wipers and clean the windshield, but I had left my window open because it was a nice day, and all the blood and wiper fluid shot into my car and onto my face. I felt like shit for a week.
Fast forward seven months later after I had finally gotten over that bird, and I'm driving in my mustang to this high end barber shop for my haircut while I'm on vacation, and I see this thing that looks kind of like a leave floating slowly into the middle of the road. By the time I got close enough, I realized that it was an injured Blue Jay, and I could not stop. I was going 45 and there were at least 4 cars right up my ass. I tried to drive between it, but I think my wheel ran it over. I looked behind me in my mirror and it stopped moving and now my day is ruined. I'm the type of dude that looks down when I walk to make sure that I don't step on bugs, yet these fucking things choose me twice in a year. Why? Does this happen to anyone else?
I knew I should have just stayed home and watched Game of Thrones.