Okay guys, true story.
I got attacked by a fucking
squirrel today. I was going for a walk, trying to run off some of the steam left over from the supermoon, and I stopped for a second to catch my breath. Out of nowhere,
WHAM, this baseball-sized acorn smacks me in the head.
I look up, and this squirrel is sitting there chattering at me like it's the funniest thing in the whole world.
So I wolf out at it, thinking that'll scare it away. Does it? Nope.
It grabs another acorn grenade and clobbers me right in the middle of the forehead.
Moral of the story?
Cute woodland creatures are actually assholes.