i’m nursing welts on my neck an arms inflicted by psychotic squirrels. evil beasts. they’re up in the oak tree that overhangs my patio eating acorns. they take a bite and then spit the remains fifty feet below at my head. those things can sting. every day i come out and sweep off several dozen acorn leftovers off my chair.
in the front yard they whip them at my car, luckily i don’t care much about my car.