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at the beginning of July.
My daughter and I are from Los Angeles, and every morning on our way to school there for years, we'd play a game where if we saw a squirrel on the ground, we'd get 10 points and if we saw one on a phone wire, we'd get 50 points. So, we noticed squirrels, just love the critters.
So here we are in the south of France. And as the weeks go by, we notice that we don't see squirrels, so we started asking around, where are the squirrels? My husband assures me there are squirrels, we don't see no damn squirrels.
So, 2 days later, we're driving down a road we haven't taken before (we do that a lot) and go around a curve and BAM, there's a squirrel, a cute little squirrel all tail up, doing the Geico, stand in the middle of the road thing.... narrow country road, I couldn't swerve or else we'd go off a cliff and down a mountain. My kid is shrieking at the top of her lungs, I've run over the damned squirrel.
I'm laughing my ass off, so hard I can barely drive, at the irony of the fact we've been dying to see a damn squirrel for 2 months and damned if I don't run over the first squirrel I see.
I actually went back the next day to check for a carcass, but didn't see one, and I didn't feel any sort of tire hit, or carriage strike or anything, so, whilst roaring over the irony of it all, I honestly don't believe I hit or killed the little sucker.
Figures we'd run over the first and only squirrel we've seen. I'm sure he and his buddies did the Geico high-five over THAT one.
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