**snorts laughter**

This is especially funny to me, given I was just reading about psycho squirrels on crevette‘s journal.

I am upstairs, studying for the Pharm lecture exam tonight when there is a noise right over my head. thuddathudda-thuddathudda-thweee!

I look up in time to see a squirrel go by the window, as Newton is proved aright again. He (the squirrel, not Sir Isaac) looked very distressed. I get up and look out the window and towards the ground. There is no squirrel. He is nowhere to be seen. Evidently, it is quite shameful (for a squirrel) to miss the tree they’re leaping onto from your roof. He’s probably hiding somewhere.

It *used* to be a Subaru Forester

They are truly lucky that there were NO injuries other than The Teen’s knee getting scraped from impact with her door. The passenger didn’t even have that much — walked away completely unhurt even though he got to see a tree approaching and impacting at high velocity.

The Teen was on her way to Houston for BF visitation.
She was on 183, right before the Bastrop turnoff.
Someone cut her off, and she lost control of the car.
And whapped it into a tree.
Totaling the car and causing distress.

She Is Fine. So is her passenger.

Me, on the other hand? I am eying the Universe with a jaundiced and bitchy eye.