This happened about a month ago on my ride (on a bicycle) to work.
The first encounter was with a June bug. It hit my helmet, then into my hair. I thought it had found its way out until I stopped at a traffic signal, then felt it drop from my hair. As long as it’s not of the stinging variety, I don’t pay much attention to my insectual encounters.
The second, and most memorable encounter, was with a peregrine falcon that I spooked along the Murphy Canyon Creek by Qualcomm Stadium. I was just riding along the bike path when suddenly the brush just to the left and in front of me came alive and began to fly. It was so well camouflaged that I never saw it until I was upon it. I must have scared the poop out of it and it darn near scared the poop out of me as suddenly there was this bird of prey not 5 feet in front of me, taking flight. It was absolutely amazing — I mean how many times do you get to see a peregrine falcon, in flight, from above, at point blank range? Then it gained speed and altitude and winged away.
The third, and not so memorable encounter, was when I was almost doored by a dude exiting his BMW 3-series. I curse myself for not paying attention but at least I was able to perform some evasive maneuvers to clear myself of bodily harm.
All in a day’s commute.