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Oct. 13th, 2003 03:12 am"Squirrels... I hate them! With their beady little eyes and twitchy little noses......" *BANGSQUEAKTHUMP*"
It seems to be my day for getting attacked randomly by various wildlife.
Working down to work it was the squirrel that dropped on my head. well, not quite, but pretty close. Waking through the park on the way into work after parking my car one of the multitude of squirrels dropped out of a tree (yes, literally dropped. As in, missed it's footing and going arse over tit from a tree branch.) Just missed me by a couple of feet. Which is quite a lot, but it doesn't seem it when you're avoiding a plummeting rat with fluffy tail. It sat looking dazed then hopped off, after looking at me curiously as if to say 'where did you come from?'
Before that it was the bloody deer. Nope, not bad enough the squirrels, this time it was the deer. I probably better explain. The area where I live is called the Isle of Purbeck - not really an island, but it's got a river neatly cutting off 10 miles square from the mainland, so it's called an isle. Apparently in this area the deer out number the humans. Considering there's about 8,000 people in my home town at least that's a lot of deer. Most of which seem to take delight in flinging themselves in front of my car as I drive to work each day through the heathland.
If you've ever been forced to read any Thomas Hardy, the area where I live is where all the books are set. Thomas Hardy lived around 12 miles from where I live. In Tess of the Durbervilles, Alec Durberville was mudered in my home town. Oh, and for those Fawlty Towers fans out there, Basil Fawlty came from Swanage too.
Anyway, I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, deer. So, anyway, usually it is a bit of a rat run with the bastard things. They usually have the good sense to MOVE when a car approaches though. Not today. I spot one of the sodding things stood by the road as I approach. It's wet, raining, slippery roads, deer doesn't move. So I'm forced to brake HARD just in case it decides to run in front of the car. They often do and I've had some near misses in the past. So I slam on the brakes and the car screeches, slides and skids rapidly along the wet road. Luckily I do manage to stop, just beside this deer that hasn't moved the whole time. It gives me a vague, bored look, then slowly ambles off into the hedgerow while a series of cars come skidding to a halt behind me.
The Moral of this story? Next time I'm taking a shotgun and it's venison for tea.
Bastard things.
Scared to go out at lunchtime now in case I get mauled by a badger.
It seems to be my day for getting attacked randomly by various wildlife.
Working down to work it was the squirrel that dropped on my head. well, not quite, but pretty close. Waking through the park on the way into work after parking my car one of the multitude of squirrels dropped out of a tree (yes, literally dropped. As in, missed it's footing and going arse over tit from a tree branch.) Just missed me by a couple of feet. Which is quite a lot, but it doesn't seem it when you're avoiding a plummeting rat with fluffy tail. It sat looking dazed then hopped off, after looking at me curiously as if to say 'where did you come from?'
Before that it was the bloody deer. Nope, not bad enough the squirrels, this time it was the deer. I probably better explain. The area where I live is called the Isle of Purbeck - not really an island, but it's got a river neatly cutting off 10 miles square from the mainland, so it's called an isle. Apparently in this area the deer out number the humans. Considering there's about 8,000 people in my home town at least that's a lot of deer. Most of which seem to take delight in flinging themselves in front of my car as I drive to work each day through the heathland.
If you've ever been forced to read any Thomas Hardy, the area where I live is where all the books are set. Thomas Hardy lived around 12 miles from where I live. In Tess of the Durbervilles, Alec Durberville was mudered in my home town. Oh, and for those Fawlty Towers fans out there, Basil Fawlty came from Swanage too.
Anyway, I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, deer. So, anyway, usually it is a bit of a rat run with the bastard things. They usually have the good sense to MOVE when a car approaches though. Not today. I spot one of the sodding things stood by the road as I approach. It's wet, raining, slippery roads, deer doesn't move. So I'm forced to brake HARD just in case it decides to run in front of the car. They often do and I've had some near misses in the past. So I slam on the brakes and the car screeches, slides and skids rapidly along the wet road. Luckily I do manage to stop, just beside this deer that hasn't moved the whole time. It gives me a vague, bored look, then slowly ambles off into the hedgerow while a series of cars come skidding to a halt behind me.
The Moral of this story? Next time I'm taking a shotgun and it's venison for tea.
Bastard things.
Scared to go out at lunchtime now in case I get mauled by a badger.
