I don't know when or where, but at some point... a large critter was crawling on my car. It was probably the last time I had my car at my mom's house overnight or something. Hell, I didn't even notice until my windshield started fogging up.

On my way home from the football game--

[OHS got butt-raped by Lincoln Co. --I mean FRANKLIN. As Becky was kind enough to point out. :-p-- But that's okay. We'll kick the trash out of SIEGEL next week. Once again, I don't know if I spelled it right.]

--my windshield was fogging up because it was raining and I have no air conditioner and the water condenses and criznap and yeah.

When I parked behind my condo and had the sidewalk lamp shining through the fog on my windshield, I noticed handprints all over the driver's side windshield. I thought to myself, "Who put their hands all over the windshield? I know it wasn't me."

Then I realized that the palms were really small. And the fingers were really long. And had claws. And definately didn't belong to people. And I kinda freaked.

Don't know why, but I did. I was seriously wiggin' out. I mean, it's not like the raccoon or possum or whatever walked on my windshield was in my car and trying to eat me or anything. But I still wigged out.

Hmm.

That is possibly the most boring story I have ever told.

Hope you liked it.