Hong Kong Phooey

So last Friday at about 10AM I got one of my famous migraine headaches. It came on like a ton of bricks and by noon I was ready to die. Literally. I decided that I would go out to my car during lunch and take a little nap. Believe it or not it was not that hot in the parking garage. I get into my car and I move it to a better location, so as to not be bothered by other people. I turn the car off and I lean my seat back. SCRATCH SCRATCH. I lean my seat back up. What the hell was that noise? I listen again. SCRATCH SCRATCH. I pin point the noise and it is coming from my dashboard. I listen again. OMG, there is a living animal stuck in my dashboard. I start to FREAK OUT. My head is racing, what do I do? How did it get in there? Is it going to come flying out of there while I am driving? The scratching stops. OKAY, my head hurts, I am feeling sick, MAYBE, I am just “thinking” I heard a noise. I talk myself out of the noise. I recline my seat back. Calm thoughts, calm thoughts. The car next to me starts up; my car kinda shakes from the vibrations. SCRATCH SCRATCH. There it is again! Okay, I am not imagining things, I know what I hear and I heard a live animal in there. I call Andrew and he offers no support. He tells me that it is possible for something to get in there and that he will look at it when I get home. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I want it out now! What to do, what to do. So I did what I always do, I went to go grab some lunch (with the animal in my dashboard). I run over a pot hole, the animal lands when I land. I can hear it in there! I turn a corner really fast, SCCCCRRRAATTTCCCHHHHHH. Hold on little buddy! I get my food, drive back to the garage, and the animal and I eat together. I go back into my office, both traumatized and confused about what just happened. By 4PM I was really ready to die from my headache. I get into my car and I turn it on (hoping that I would not hear the sound again). I get out of the parking garage and I hear SCRATCH SCRATCH. OMG. I pull over to the first car mechanic place I see. I go in, tell them that there is a live animal in my dashboard. They all laugh at me. I leave my car there. I call Andrew and tell that it is not safe for me to drive the car with a live animal in the dashboard b/c if it came out of there I would be dead from a car crash. I tell him to come pick me up.

Guess how this story ends? Yup, they never found anything. I am now waiting for the smell to come along OR, JUST MAYBE, the animal got out the way it came in. We can hope!