When Animals Attack: Bizarre Alaskan Edition

You know that thing, where a group of ravens steal a hunk of smoked pork and then proceed to repeatedly drop it on your car in order to break it up into more palatable pieces?

My poor car:
My car after being used by ravens.

Found on the ground next to my car:

I hate when they do that; don’t you?

To answer some of the questions I’ve received about this:

  • I have no idea where the pork came from. In fact, I don’t even know if it’s pork.
  • Luckily, no dents.
  • Yes, I registered scorn with the ravens: I shook my fists at them and referred to them in very disparaging terms.

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