Dopple-G sent me this story today and I almost pissed my pants it's so funny. You have been warned.

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Put your coffee down and read it all here.

UPDATE: Just realized this is also the Letter of the Day. "T" is for Terrifying. What could be more terrifying than traveling 80 mph down a residential street with an enraged squirrel in your helmet?