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   somcak (somcak@beige.party)'s status on Thursday, 18-Jul-2024 07:19:03 JST somcak

   I was reminded this morning of this real life story that happened a little over 6 years ago. I was living in Connecticut at the time. Hubby picked me up from work. On the drive home, we had to go down a residential street, with a park on the left and houses on the right. As we're on the street, I see a small critter, it looks like a tiny puppy, in the middle of the street.

   I told hubby to stop. As he's rolling to a stop, images of introducing this little brown puppy to our house are playing though my head. I throw open the door, and hop out, seat belt falling from my arm as the car rolls to a stop.

   As I start to approach the puppy, something trips in my brain. It's got course fur. Like really course. It's beady black eyes turn towards me. This is no puppy. I pause. We stare at each other for a second, maybe two. Then it charges at me.

   I run back to the car, hop in so fast that I bruise my arm on the door frame. GOOO!! I yell at hubby. The door isn't even closed and I yell again "IT'S AFTER ME!!!" He finally starts to go, saying he's probably gonna hit it. He doesn't.

   What was it? I had never seen such a critter before. It had course brown fur, beady black eyes. I get on my phone and frantically search for common wild animals in Connecticut that fit this description. It wasn't a squirrel, not a beaver. Groundhog!! It was a fucking juvenile groundhog!!

   And that my friends is my groundhog story. I still live in fear of them.