On the drive to work yesterday:

[sanguineroses]

Had a conversation with the Side of my Brain that Notices Random Shit.

SBNRS: Armadillo!

Me: What?

SBNRS: Armadillo! There! Side of the road!

Me: ...That's a helmet. We don't get armadillos here.

SBNRS: What? No. Armadillo. Just looks like a helmet due to being all balled up.

Me: Armadillos don't have straps.

SBNRS: ....

Seriously.

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[amazonian]

I once had myself convinced that the box on the side of the freeway contained abandoned kittens in peril. I had to exit and reenter the freeway to double check. I was wrong. Just an old pair of jeans.