We were flying low yesterday (aka biking). The weather was perfect and the trails weren't super busy; however, there was a murder. My bike tire was the weapon.
I accidentally killed a copperhead snake. He was sunning himself on the bike trail. I didn't see him and he didn't see me, until it was too late.
These things bother me. I know copperheads are venomous (though their bite is usually not fatal), but I don't want to be responsible for one's death. I won't even kill roaches. I let Poseidon do that.
The further and faster we rode, the better I began to feel, but still bummed at having taken the poor snake's life.
On our return trip home, we stopped off at our usual watering hole for late lunch/early dinner, beer, and football. Poseidon pushed our bikes together to lock them to the pole, and he said, "Look, our bikes are in love."
He was right! The bikes appeared to be hugging. This cheered me right up and made me say, "Awwwwww." Poseidon has a way of cheering me up and he usually doesn't even know he has.
I snapped a picture of the two-wheeled lovers so I can remember the day.