Well, I'm sure I'd freak, too! Yesterday I was cruising through a heavily forested backroad enjoying the fall colors and got absolutely wailed on by something that hit the center of my roof. I figured some psycho squirrel dropped a walnut from about 60' up. It sounded like a stone and resonated across the whole roof. I was certain that my next detail touch-up or dentless repair was in my stars right then and there. And I had just finished waxing!
I must admit that it took some of the enjoyment out of the ride and I had to wait about another 20 miles before my wife and I reached our destination to assess the damage.
Somehow I lucked out. Looked at the roof, looked at my wife and said, "OK, I'm happy again!" Later, I was able to wax it out without a trace.