Back in the late 80's my job required that I travel, not the world, but Kansas.
I was working at a small bank in Clay Center on a day much like today. I would get to a bank early in the morning, and leave around 3ish to get back home.
It was hot that day, so I left the windows of my car cracked.
I finished up my work and I was tired and still had a fairly long drive ahead of me. I headed onto I-70...awww...on my way home, when something grabbed my leg and wouldn't let go.
It scared me...!!! I had no clue as to what it was??? I was all over the road! Over-corrected my steering several times, as this thing moved on my leg.
Finally, I was able to pull onto a shoulder, stop, and get out of the car.
A grasshopper had gotten into my car. With my heart still pounding, I got the critter out and with a few deep breaths, was able to get back on the road, but never forgot that incident.
Do you ever wonder why people have single car accidents?