bravely faces down a pair of gophers on steroids:
One day I was driving along, and I found myself headed up an onramp to I-27. This onramp is directly underneath the Olgiati bridge (on the north side of the river) ... and it is not exactly a "bustling" stretch of road. This turned out to be a good thing, because as my car began its curved ascent towards the interstate, it was stopped dead by a pair of gophers.
These gophers were circling one another in the middle of the onramp -- fighting, it would seem, over a leafy branch that was also in the way of oncoming traffic. Now I have never seen gophers fight before, and I don't know what was so special about this particular branch that these two gophers in particular had deemed it worthy of mortal combat, but there you go. Two gophers with a chewed up tree branch. In the road. Fighting.
I didn't want to run them over, so I hit the brakes.Surely
, thought I, They will be frightened by my car and they will mosey away
Not these gophers. Oh no. These gophers laughed in scorn and derision at my Doom Sentra.
So I did the practical thing -- I honked. Repeatedly.
I think one of the gophers actually laughed
To this point, there had been no other vehicles on the road ... but I didn't know how long I could expect such a grace period. So, barring any better ideas, I got out of the car. "Hey -- you! Gophers
!" I cried, hoping they weren't actually woodchucks or groundhogs or somesuch, and I hadn't just addressed them with some funky ethnic slur. "Get out of the road. Move it!"
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