– Wed, Feb 27, 2013 –
On my way home from work this afternoon, I had a small encounter with a strange little creature…
Now, my car isn’t exactly a Bastion of cleanliness or anything; it’s a small 2000 Mitsubishi Eclipse, and pretty much every square inch of surface space is cluttered with something-or-other. —
(Not just trash, mind you… though that’s part of it…)
Anyway, I was driving home from work in the afternoon, and I was drinking the remainder of the can of A&W Root Beer that I brought with me in the morning (and was now pretty warm, but still tasty).
When I finished the Soda —
(Side note: What do you call Soda, and where are you from? I ask because it seems to vary, and I don’t know whether it’s just a personal thing or dependent on where you grew up. I grew up on the Oregon Coast and called it “Pop” my whole life, until my best friend calling it “Soda” rubbed off on me)
— I reached around and tossed the empty can into a small clear plastic box that I keep in the back seat just for this occasion.
A few minutes later, the wind blowing in from the open car windows whipped up a bit of a frenzy in the car, and I heard the empty cans tumbling around in the plastic box.
The A&W Can flew from the backseat up between the front seats, and landed with a *tink* as it hit a ceramic dinner plate on the passenger-side floorboard. —
(Don’t ask…)
I figured that the wind had just managed to sweep through the plastic box in just the right way to lift the can, and that it was dropped into the passenger-side along its way toward the opposite open window… But I was wrong.
I looked into the Rear-View Mirror, and saw a large pair of Green/Purple eyes staring back at me from inside the plastic box!
The car swerved as panic shot through my whole body.
I risked turning in my seat as best I could to look into the back seat, and there it was!:
A small Creature with pale-blueish skin sat in the box on a bed of aluminum Soda Cans. It had Two Hind-Legs that were designed like a frog’s, and only One central Front-Leg that reminded me of a Cat’s —
(Specifically a “Hemingway Cat.” You know, those ones with Six Toes… Only this Creature’s Front Paw had about Nine Toes, give or take a few… I didn’t exactly have the time or presence of mind to count them)
— holding onto the edge of the plastic box.
The Creature’s large head was covered with grey fur, it’s mouth was wide, with large flat tombstone-teeth that held some crumpled up paper and a plastic bottle all tangled up, —
(Caught in the middle of eating, I guess)
— and it had two tiny little holes for a… nose?..
It blinked vertically at me with its huge Anime eyes, cocked its head from side to side, and jumped onto the floorboard. It sounded like it was burrowing under my seat!
I almost got into an accident, so I started paying attention to the road again, stealing every little moment I could to look into the back of the car, underneath my seat —
— But the little Creature had disappeared…
I tried looking all over the car when I got home and parked, but there was no sign… except for a little less junk in the car.
Now, the question that plagues my mind about this little thing is this:
Did it hate the A&W? Or was it just mad that I drank it all?