My spousal unit forgot her glasses at the house today and texted me to ask if I’d bring them to her at work. I happened to have a gap in my schedule, so I grabbed them and headed her way. As I came to a stop on S Carroll Blvd in Denton, I heard a loud, sharp crack come from the roof of my car. A second later, it was followed by another and then another in short succession. I was under attack from some unknown enemy. I opened my window, stuck my head out, and peered upward…right into the black, beady eyes of two brown squirrels. They were sitting in an oak tree with its branches extended over the road, throwing acorns at cars as they drove by. I just happened to have been unlucky enough to stop here, so they took full advantage to bombard me with heavy artillery fire. Now, I’ve never heard a squirrel laugh, but I would imagine that it sounds exactly like the noise I heard coming out of these two imps. The light turned green, and I was off, while they turned their sights on the next unsuspecting victim.
