This is yet funnier if you know that she hates squirrels...
During my commute, Josh, the Coors, and I were singing about life in Italian when, out of nowhere, a squirrel suddenly decided that *my* car was by far the most wonderful vehicle on the road. In order to pay homage to it’s exquisite shininess, Squirrel felt it was very necessary to offer itself as a blood sacrifice to its Sparkly Highness. I had no time to stop, or even to react, while I watched wide eyed as the Squirrel converted to the Tao of Roadkill and dashed under my car. I heard a momentary bump and tried to slow down, but I was over and away before I could do anything. I looked in my rearview mirror, and saw that Squirrel had, in fact, proved itself to be the Son of God. I expect that he is now preaching the Ten Commandments of Survival to his disciples, or at least feeding 5000 with only a few Nuts and perhaps some Garbage.