I'm not even kidding. I was driving to work, had just pulled out of town and was on the road to work when suddenly my car shuddered and quit. The acceleration slowed and wouldn't go up, and I ended up having to pull to the side of the road. At first I thought I was out of gas, it wouldn't have been the first time this happened. But then I looked down before I turned the car off and saw I still had half a tank left

So I called work and said I was having car troubles, then called dad and told him to come check it out. He drove me to work, and then the following morning we went to go and check things out. He opened up the hood and we saw that something had gotten under the hood and chewed through all the wiring. After some quick patchwork, we fixed it up and got it home. Its still running, and later dad told me it was most likely a raccoon, its prints we around the area

So, I'm pretty sure that's the textbook definition of irony. The animal my fursona is climbed into my car and chewed through all the wires. Apparently my furry bretheren don't want me to leave. Ever. Which of you ringtails was so helpful? x3