Goddamn Porcupine.
Cat and I were on our way home from dropping Cody off (and other adventures, but that's not the focus here), and we were half fighting because of old fueds, because my driving isn't the greatest, and because of something else, which I don't remember. So we were being sullen, and not talking, and I daydreamed about wedding dresses and whatnot, when all of a sudden, Cat yelled "Oh my God!" and swerve/hit the breaks.
I looked up from my martial meditation to see something that looked like a very large, very angry, grey cat sitting in the road by our front tire.
Okay, so it wasn't actually there for very long, because we were moving at about 60 mph, but at that moment in time, it was sitting by out tire.
Cat freaked, she thought she had hit it. I thought the rear tire had hit it. What's more, I was damn sure she had hit a cat, and my sister being who she is, doesn't deal well with animal death.
"GODDAMN PORK-U-PINE!"
Turns out, it wasn't a cat, but a porcupine (which we do have up here, I guess), and she was pretty sure we hadn't hit it. She was also pretty upset. We turned around to see, going like, 30 mph, until we found our skid marks, took the next turn around ("Elsewise that goddamn porcupine will be there and I WILL run him over"), and looked for signs of hittage.
I saw the fat bastard waddle into the woods.
Seriously tho, of all the things we COULD hit in Alaska, a porcupine? At 1am? WTF?
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