Indie will stand perfectly still for trailers, flapping tarps, dogs, cats, (we're iffy on llamas LOL), most moterbikes, hurricane weather... all that good stuff.
But every time we see the SAME wet box that has slowly been decaying on the side of the rode for the better part of a year she just freaks out. It hasn't moved at all, and is in for the most part the same shape. But that wet box is just the scariest thing she's ever laid eyes on. She holds her head up, snorts like a dragon, and prances like a parade pony with her tail high in the air ready to bolt at a single moments notice.
Oh.. and scary black trash bags. Not the ones that move... the ones filled with trash that just sit there and stare at us menacingly.
Indie swears they want to eat her soul.