May 8th, 2007

cass groovy

the squirrel in the machine

I was staying with my friend Ash this weekend, and at one point he made a strange noise whilst online.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Look," Ash said, scrolling. "Check out what happened to a friend of mine."

Quoth Ash's buddy:

About a week ago, the ABS light blinked on in my car. I'd noticed some odd grinding when shifting from reverse to drive, and it had been a while since I had my brakes checked, so I made an appointment to have it diagnosed.

I brought in the vehicle today and the mechanic stated that it would be about 20-30 minutes for them to take a look and write up an estimate. 20-30 minutes' worth of walking around the area later, I returned to the shop.

The man greeted me again, and said that there were a couple of issues that they came across. "First, the rotors are ground down pretty rough, and need to be replaced."

"Well, crap," I thought to myself, since I knew that would set me back a couple hundred bucks.

"Second, we took a look under the hood, and found a nest of baby squirrels."

There are, indeed, pictures. (The mechanics got the nest out, but the squirrels retreated into hidey-holes, so our hero drove home with three young squirrels chittering away under his hood.)