A good friend of mine that moved to Minneapolis from Fairbanks Alaska (for grad school) told me about his near experience with roadkill last fall. He was on his beat-up dumpster mountain bike he uses to get to and from campus and a squirrel ran out in front of him. He's not exactly skinny, and he didn't have time to react. Both tires bumped over the furry critter, and it immediately GOT UP and ran away. After that, he respected and feared the Minneapolis tree rats.