And another trip to the ER for Trixie

Recently, Trixie was driving me to Starbucks and ran over a pickaxe. This resulted in a required trip to the ER (Garrett Automotive in Kennesaw, GA). Thankfully, they took great care of her and she's back on the road again, still a mottled mess of fiberglass and bondo and Hello Kitty bandaid stickers but who cares. Now the question of "Who leaves a pickaxe in the middle of the damn road?!" will haunt me forever. Does this mean that Trixie had some sort of beef against construction workers? Maybe a star crossed lover left it there so she'd fine it and know she was missed? Yes, I am insane.