Alison Boggs, my digital bud from the Spokane office, offers this tale from a recent outing with her sweetheart Tim in the Silver Valley:
"So we're driving home from a hike in the Silver Valley on Sunday, and I'm sitting in the passenger seat, Tim's driving and the pups are crashed out in the back. I feel something kinda wet on my feet and look down and see nothing and think it's just my sandal strap tickling my foot. Then I feel it again and mention it, and Tim says he thinks I'm just tired because I didn't sleep well the night before. Then I feel it again and we both hear a squeak. Tim says, "OK, I heard that," and we pull over at a gas station in Kellogg, leash the dogs up outside the car, push the front seats forward all the way and see ... a chipmunk under the passenger seat. Poor scared little guy hitched a ride in the middle of the woods and ended up at a gas station in Kellogg. We did get him out of the car and over near a little tree before we took off. Who knows if he got out of the concrete jungle and back to the woods." (SR file photo of chipmunk along Trail of the Hiawatha)
Question: Have you ever found an animal in your car? What did you do?