My Eraser...

So, a few days ago I rode my bike around for a couple of hours. I stopped on a hill and drew for a little while. And this is what happened:

Me: *reaches for eraser and knocks it over*
Eraser: *falls off*
Me: ...
Eraser: *starts rolling down the hill*
Me: ...!
Eraser: *stops next to a hole*
Me: Oh okay it's all good, I'll just go over there and pick it up as long as it doesn't--
Eraser: JKLOL!! *falls into the little hole*
Me: FFFFUUUUUUU-

I had to dig a little to get it out... and then I complained about it to F1r3w1z4rd via text.

That sxy bike is my sister's. It's a green Schwinn.

P.S. Don't be jealous of my coloring skills. I know they're the best of ever, but please. Contain yourselves.