It’s kind of hard to see, but this little guy is perched on the hood of our car as I backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. He skittered out from under the windshield wipers and stood up like a small hood ornament.
I wondered out loud, “How fast do you think I can go before he flies away?” I couldn’t accelerate much in the neighborhood. But maybe he’d hold on until we got on a bigger road. Or maybe even the interstate. Wouldn’t it be fun to have that wind in your face?
I didn’t get to find out. He didn’t hang on very long. He scooted over to the edge of the hood and disappeared over the side.
I’ll bet he could have hung on. He can climb up the walls of our house, trees in the yard, up the slats of the fence, and he had no problem getting up on to the hood.
Had I stepped on the gas sooner, I could have given him a “king of the world” moment, right?
Waite for it... 