So the home cell phone rings a few minutes ago and because I can't get good reception in the heart of Cary for the love of Alexander Graham Bell, i have to run outside to answer it. I reach high ground, answer it, it's Marcy. I sit on a bench, we chat for maybe two minutes when all of a sudden —
— two squirrels — two! — fall out of a tree directly above me into my lap! Now, I've hit countless squirrels driving, I've hit four on my bike — all unintentional, fyi — but I've never had them fall 25 feet out of a tree into my lap! And not one, but two (which raises questions I won't address). Two years off my life, they just took. Minimum. Is there no justice!?
BTW, anyone happen to know the record for the seated high jump?