There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them. ~Andre Gide, Nobel Prize-winning French author
Perhaps Monsieur Gide never came face to face with THIS:
Yesterday I was driving to Walgreen’s to pick up some prescriptions for my mom.
Minding my own business, singing along to Sirius.
I pulled into the drive-through bay and noticed three vehicles ahead of me, so I prepared to wait a while.
Glancing around, I saw something on my front windshield — beady eyes, pointy nose, little-bitty hands, a whip-like tail.
Could only be Mickey.
There he was, clinging fiercely to the dipped-in place where my windshield wipers were.
I looked around, hoping to find some brave person to help me remove him. Or, failing that, a stick so I could shoo him off myself.
I snapped his picture, of course, because otherwise, who’d believe me? I’m a writer, used to making up tall tales.
When one car completed its order, the rest of us inched forward.
About this time, Mickey went on the move. He scurried across my hood toward the driver’s side and suddenly, I realized he was out of sight.
Where had he gone?
Knowing it soon would be my turn to place an order, and realizing that Mickey could very well slip into my car while the window was down, I peeled out of the drive-through, around the building, and into the parking lot.
Shaking but trying to calm my heart rate, I climbed over the console and out the passenger-side door to safety.
I looked for Mickey. I did. But he was nowhere to be seen.
Not on my car anyway.
Had I managed to sling him off?
I can only hope.
And when I texted my darling son Domer this photo, would you like to guess what he replied?
‘Aw, he’s kinda cute.’
And so are snakes. And tarantulas. And alligators….