So coming home last night after seeing "Inglourious Basterds" at the theater. It's about 1:30AM and I'm not really paying too much attention to the road. Suddenly I catch sight of an absolutely massive porcupine ahead on the road. Biggest porcupine I've ever seen. Like a pony-sized porcupine. This thing could have taken down a bear if it wanted to.
Having very little desire to smear porcupine all over my truck, I instinctively swerved to the right, onto the shoulder of the road. I didn't even think about it as my wheels skirted the dirt in the ditch.
Woke me up pretty damn fast. As I regained control of the truck and saw the porcupine amble onto the other side of the highway, I began laughing. Hysterically laughing. Don't know why but the sight of that magnificent bastard had me almost in tears from laughing so hard.
I'm glad I didn't hit him. He may have been the King of Porcupines in Western Canada. I don't need his angry heirs seeking vengeance for the murder of their father.