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I always aim right for the little bastards. I figure they're better at avoidance manuevers than I am.
(Not my pic)
I live in Florida where the weather was perfect this weekend for some serious bicycling. I took a route that goes through a number of older communities with nice big overhanging trees and lots of....
squirrels!! a freakin' squirrel comes barreling out across the street at me. Like most squirrels, he starts, jumps, stops, reconsiders, turns around to retreat for a second, nope, changes his mind, heads for me and after a dozen micro-second fits and starts, finally mans up and dashes right between my speeding wheels. I literally saw that little bastard flatten out and haul ass as he flew under my spinning feet. From the first time I saw him to the moment he flew underneath couldn't have been 3 seconds, but he must have changed his mind and direction about 10 times.
I was really worried I'd break his back and end up with some damn half-dead squirrel that needed to be put out of it's misery and nothing do it with other than stomping it. For me, that would be a serious hard thing to do.
He made it. Here's hoping the nut was worth it...
Sorry, no pics.
I always aim right for the little bastards. I figure they're better at avoidance manuevers than I am.
(Not my pic)