I loved squirrels very much. On my way to work this morning, a frisky fellow dashed right into my path.  I saw him, slammed the brakes and knew in the pit of my stomach that I wouldn't be able to stop in time…when he put on his own brakes at the last possible nanosecond!!! And his brakes seemed to work better than mine! My heart was pounding as I skidded past him.  He was actually looking at me right in the eye as I shot past. He seemed to be saying to me 'Sorry 'bout that, bud! I'll take better care the next time!' The feeling of relief that washed over me was beautiful.  Oh, I'd have felt soooooo miserable if I'd run him over.