I felt so bad for killing a squirrel yesterday. Crossing a wet yellow line I really didn't have much opportunity to change my line and dodge. Two soft bumps and it was over for him.

There is an iron gate in the community entrance driveway, that swings closed from both sides. Maybe karma, or maybe it was just the idea planted in my mind but it was closing after a car had gone through, about half closed as I approached. Just like the squirrel I decided to go for it, swinging around the lever gate and shooting for that dwindling gap at an angle. Feeling the closing gate brush both sides of my drop bars, making the bike shimmy a little and then I was through. It turned out better for me than the squirrel, and I was glad that at least I didn't curse it for its rash dash across my wheels.