Nature has been risking it for a few years, but just escaping - rabbits, dogs, hare, deer, red squirrels- they all toyed with death but just dodged my wheels, until today. Coming home from work via the coast, a huge rat hoyed itsel under the bike and wez deed (a thowt see gannin on the skwaal from thi wifey ahind). Less than a minute later a seagull unloaded on my helmet (fnaar) leaving me to meditate on the Gaian nature of reality, and the fact that I still had an hour to go, covered in birdshit.