The squirrels around here are too brave. I used to drive to the park in the morning to eat breakfast and they would jump on my hood and just look in at me like they were waiting for a handout. This morning, I had my first squirrel experience on a bike. I was on a bit of a downhill and a squirrel running across the road slammed on the brakes when he saw me. I don't know if I'm imagining things or not, but I think I heard little claws scraping the pavement, and he skidded into a little ball and ran the other way. Then I passed a flattened squirrel on the way home. Not in the same area, though.