That's not a REAL tumbleweed!

I was driving home, trying to beat the rain and lightning storm. My fathre mentioned how we're at the edge of tornado ally, but this isn't exactly Kansas. It isn't the wild west either, I thought to myself... as I looked up I saw a ball of brown, dead branches rolling towards the front of my car.

"That's not a real tumbleweed" I said in a coy voice. My father scoffed to himself as I ran it over. We assumed it was a small dead bush that had been blown around in the wind.

A few minutes later I heard it being ripped under by my front tire. "Damn, that bush is tougher than I thought."

Seconds after that, I heard it again... scraping the ground as I drove into my neighborhood. The noise was sickening. I hope this rotten little bush didn't scratch my car.

Unfortunately, I was right. It wasn't a real tumbleweed... or even a bush. It was a ball of chicken wire wrapped around a dead branch. "Son of a bitch."