Oh, girl, I feel for you. The less I see first-hand of nature, the better off I am. When we lived in Tulsa (a VERY long two years, mind you) I had the same type of experience happen to me but with a chicken. Yes, I said chicken. My car, the kids, me, and a freaking chicken. After lots of swerving, the chicken was thrown out the window. The kids were laughing so hard they were crying. I was screaming hysterically. To this day, my children look back fondly on this moment. For me, that was the day I knew I would never drive with my windows down again.