Dear ALL squirrels:
Why must you dart into my path when I bike to work every day? You give me a near heart attack every time. My first encounter with you was on the stevens creek trail back in 2008 where one of your brethren decided to run across in front of me and clipped my front wheel. At the time, I then read this scary article which just increased my fear of your kind.
And now just this week, one of you decided to commit suicide and ran into my back wheel. My dear husband was behind me at the time and saw piles of fur flying around and I heard a kathump kathump sound. I immediately stopped and the poor fellow fell out of the wheel still alive. But then he gave one final gasp and succumbed. Now I have squirrel cooties all over my bike which is mighty disturbing.
But you must have all learned from that incident because my bike ride home later that day had 0 squirrel sightings. And even your fallen comrade was gone from the trail.
Beware, I will be back on the trail tomorrow.
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