I’m walking, digging my way slowly up toward Hyde street when, out of the corner of my eye I see it coming. I had little time to react and so I’m quite proud to be alive. As I looked up and to the right I saw it coming straight for me. It lunged, steepening its trajectory. As I turned in panic I saw it’s evil little bloodshot eyes. We were essentially face to beak. I ducked and raised my hands simultaneously as if performing some strange yoga pose right there on the street. The damn thing missed me by mere inches.