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I see a good amount of road kill when riding through the ‘burbs and countryside.  Chipmunks, snakes, birds, a wild turkey once, and squirrels.  Lots and lots of squirrels.

And I would sometimes wonder why so many squirrels?  Poor eyesight?  Lack of depth perception due to monocular vision?  Didn’t Mama squirrel teach baby squirrel look left, look right, and left again?  Squirrels can water ski well, and some can fly, like Rocky.

But crossing streets, not so much.

(“yeah, let’s do the 62 mile loop.  there’s lots of nature and shit to see.”)

Today, while riding down a busy street somewhere unknown (Holliston, Hopkington?), a squirrel ran out in front of me.

I hoped it would stop, or run back to the other side of the road.

And then I felt a thump, thump, thump, thump, in my rear wheel.

And then I heard my buddy Scott behind me yell “Oh noooooo!  Groooooossss!  Hahahaha.  Get out your iPhone”

And then I knew.  I just accidentally caused the grisly death of one of God’s creatures in the spokes of my rear wheel.  Blood on the rim, guts on the chainstay, fur in rear cassette.

I immediately felt bad about what I had done.  However, the first words out of my mouth were “Is there any blood on my (new Rapha Belgian Country) jersey?”

My apologies to the squirrel community, and to whomever’s front lawn I left the squirrel carcass.

(it felt wrong to take a pic while it was still in the wheel, but felt okay once i flopped it out onto the ground)

Beware.  Squirrels are the Mr. Magoos of the animal kindom.

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