The Coyote Incident

If you follow me on Twitter or read my previous post, you know that we hit a coyote on our way home from the K-State game over the weekend.  Well, we are fine but the car...not so much.  It is currently at the body shop and we are currently waiting to figure out how many lunches we'll have to skip to pay for the damage (kidding! did you forget I'm married to the world's most conservative spender??).

Just in case you wanted to see the damage, here it is:

{notice the dried coyote saliva on the top, left-hand side?!?}

{side view}

{yep, that is coyote hair stuck between the wheel and tire}

While my car is being fixed up I'm rocking a pretty awesome 4-cylinder Hundai Sonata.  I'm seriously grateful though, because I don't really want to leave the house at the crack of dawn with Brandon and I also don't want to rely on my co-workers to haul me all over town.

So, there you have it.  Thankfully we didn't hit a deer and thankfully the coyote was dead and didn't try to attack us while we were assessing the damage on the side of the road.  Which come to think of it, probably wasn't our brightest idea since there weren't any lights on the highway, but we weren't really thinking about our safety at the time.  Things could have been much worse, so we are thankful we were safe and didn't cause anyone else to have an accident.