The guy next door to me has seven very large mature oak trees. In the fall, they produced tons of leaves and constantly dropping acorns, until I can no longer go out on my deck barefoot, although that's not the squirrels' fault. It's a soundtrack of plink, plink, plink, and an occasional PLONK when a nut falls from my black walnut tree. I'd much rather be hit on the head by an acorn than by a walnut. This comic is from Jimmy Craig at They Can Talk.
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