I've told this one before. I was riding to work, approaching Fort Snelling. I came around a corner on the bike path and there was a squirrel smack dab in the middle. I nailed the brakes and the squirrel, shocked, leapt to the side. Just as the squirrel goes a hawk lands right where the squirrel had been and instance before. We all looked at each other for an moment in surprise and confusion. The squirrel took off one way, the hawk the other and I headed in to work. So somewhere a squirrel owes me its life and I owe a hawk breakfast.