Standing in my driveway afterward, I felt a strange mix of relief and unease. I’d always thought of my car as safe, sealed off from the wild. Now I knew better.
That morning changed the way I look at “harmless” debris. I keep gloves in my trunk now, and I never handle anything unfamiliar without protection. What I thought was just another piece of Saturday morning clutter turned out to be a lethal reminder: danger can slip quietly into your life and sit right under your nose or, in my case, under my back seat waiting to be discovered.
