On the way to work this morning, I followed a car driven by a man with some kind of tick or seizure disorder. His head kept jerking violently from side to side. He even tried to hold it still with his hand. He never swerved or drifted so I’m guessing this wasn’t the first time he drove in this condition.
On the way home one day, we saw a man driving a Saturn with every door ajar. All four doors, the hood, the trunk… even the little door to the gas tank. It looked like the car had Dropsy (a fish disease that makes them look puffy with the scales popped out).
Since I own a Jeep, I spend lots of time on the side of the road, either standing around or walking home. I always seem to find tools. Usually open-end wrenchs.
Personally, I think those robins are all right wingers.
Seriously, robins and killdeer look quite different. I can’t imagine them being mistaken for one another.
I saw a tree that looked like it had two legs. Two trunks became one about two feet above the ground and there was about enough room in between them for a small child to crawl through. It’s probably not so unexplained thought. It probably got its start as a seedling on a rotted log, grew roots down each side of it and then the log rotted completely away. That happens a lot around here but not usually to such perfect proportions.
That reminds me of something I read in one of our weekly papers. Seems a couple were walking along when they found an artificial leg lying on the sidewalk. It was a high tech one made with titanium steel. No one was around that it could belong to. As they debated what to do, a couple of people came out of a building and filled them in on what happened. There’d been another couple who were having an arguement. When things esculated, the woman grabbed the man’s artificial leg and started whacking him over the head with it He tried to get away on his remaining leg and they were down the street a bit still having it out. Apparently the woman had dropped or thrown the leg and that was how it got where it was. (I’m sure the police were called by someone.)
I think I’ve posted this somewhere before but what the heck, it’s still weird. Several years ago I was shopping with a friend in the mall when a man in a gorilla suit walked into the store, laid a banana on the counter, and walked out.
Just a surreal note in an otherwise normal day. He had a newspaper delivery bag around his neck, so I guess it was some kind of advertising stunt for the local rag, but it’s the strangest ad campaign I’ve ever seen.
Driving to work one day, I passed a field full of sheep. The thing is, although they were randomly scattered about the field, they were all facing the same way, looking towards the horizon.
ah. I was walking down a farm road and passed a small herd of cows. Every one of them watched me walk the entire length of the field. Truly disturbing.
Back in college, in Arizona, a bunch of us piled into my car to take a tubin’ trip down the Salt River in Phoenix/Mesa.
I was a little hungover at the time, but clear enough to realize that there was a car coming at me on the southbound lane of I-17. I was boxed in by traffic, so I hit the brakes and jinked right, and let that SOB pass. He was going north on a southbound two-lane highway. And I distinctly remember the flash of a second: his and his passenger’s face were in near elation. Happy drunk/high SOBs.
Had I thought quicker, I would have tossed something at them as they passed by. . .
Tripler
I have no idea what they were thinkin’. I think they were high and looking for a thrill. . .
The Loch Ness Monster snatching a ufo from the sky while King Kong tries to wrestle it to the ground.
Not really. A goat walking down the street in St Andrews. Clearly going somewhere. Just came around a corner, started off down the road. A seagull swooped low over it and it moved onto the pavement, kept going. Continued round another corner. I don’t know what I’d have done if there had been time enough to do something, but the odd thing was it didn’t look in the least bit lost. It didn’t actually have a briefcase, but it might as well have done.
An urban fox walking THROUGH A SHOPPING CENTRE in daylight. In and out of people’s legs. There’s losing fear of man, and then there’s just taking the piss.
Five of said foxes moving silently into a circle around my mother’s King Charles spaniel, which had got into a nearby field with the intention of seeing one of them off. They surrounded her at a great distance, like wolves do, while the only one she was aware of just sat still and looked at her. Very scary to watch but strangely hypnotic.
I can’t remember his name, but we have a Doper who keeps pet tarantulas. From his posts, I’ve learned that spiders raise their forelegs in order to show aggression and intimidate opponents.
IIRC some wasps lay their fertilized eggs inside spiders. When the eggs hatch, the larva are guaranteed a protein rich spider meal.
My guess is that the wasp was attempting to lay eggs in the spiders, and the spiders were trying to kill and eat the wasp.
A dog lying on the side of the road, peeing upwards into… well, itself. It’s coat got wet and it simply got up, jerked a little and then walked off.
My cat dragging a live pigeon through the toilet window (2nd floor of the house) into the house at midnight. But that wasn’t the unusual part. The fact that she was descending the staircase backwards for no apparent reason was the weird part.
A zoo where I thought I saw a monkey being throttled (or at least, was wrapped around it’s neck) by a snake. My joking turned to horror when I found out later it was true (the zoo keeper was the lucky chap who confirmed my “ludicrous” suspicions - I don’t have all that great eyesight as well).
Flipping a coin towards a jukebox a la Micheal Jackson in Moonwalker and hitting the slot right on the mark.
Finding an Iguana in my backgarden (I was later to find out this belonged to a distant neighbour who let it roam around free in terraced buildings).
<<<Originally posted bypestie:
The post about the doll reminded me of the weirdest thing I can remember having seen. I was hanging out with a friend late at night in the spookiest town I’ve ever been in (Lake Pleasant, MA - a village of the town of Montague). We’d already had a few weird experiences that night to help set the mood. We walked down to the Bridge of Names (a foot-bridge connecting the two sides of the village) and right there in the middle of the entrance to the bridge is a ragged baby doll, its face scribbled on with a black magic marker. It looked like a scene from a Stephen King story. And the night got weirder from that point on (that was the same night, and same place, where I had my one and only unexplainable UFO sighting, for example).
I live in Florida now, but I make a point to visit Lake Pleasant every time I go back to Massachusetts. I love that place.>>>
As in Point Pleasant (of the Richard Gere “The Mothman Prophecies” fame)? I can’t quite remember the details so forgive me if I’m way off.
One afternoon in 1996 or so (my college days) I was in the middle of moving out of a house I’d been sharing with a few friends. I was making “small stuff” trips back and forth from the house to pack into my '72 superbeetle (I sure do miss that car).
Each trip took no more than a minute or two. On about fourth time around, I had a houseplant in each hand and was about to set them in the backseat with my guitar, when I found a very old old basset hound sitting there on the backseat staring at me.
I had lived in that house for over a year, and never seen (or heard) him before. No idea where he came from or who he belonged to. Collar but no tags.
It was as if he had fallen out of the clear blue sky or been beamed down by an alien civilization who felt it was their galactic duty to ensure that every Volkswagen had a dog to sit in it.
Sadly I was not in a position to adopt him or provide him a halfway house, so I called the Animal Control folks after walking around the neighborhood in a fruitless search of his home. Fret not…the town was extremely liberal and progressive (Arcata, California) where even the dog catchers are quite laid-back and do what they can to reunite lost and wayward fuzzybutts with their owners. After a few days and square meals in the kennel, his owner came to pick him up.