I almost hit a formation of nuns who were out for their morning jog at 5:30 AM. Fortunately I saw them at the last minute as I was backing out of my driveway. They were coming two abreast down the middle of the street. I guess this was a regular routine with them; their nunnery was about three blocks from my house. You can bet I looked both ways as I backed out from that point forward!
I am sure the nuns would have cost me a lot more than Eritrean camels.