Squirrel Nests and the Like

so... this is a visual representation of what I normally get up to, aside from terrorising orange cats in weird trees I also play violin and piano, attempt to speak several foreign languages, read (mostly books on which English Language teachers would spit on i.e. Harry Potter or the Terry Pratchett Series), watch films and wander aimlessly around town. This wandering gives me an endless supply of opportunities to make a fool of myself, unfortunately my town is pretty small so if I do manage to make a fool out of myself in front of someone, not only will they remember but chances are they'll see me the following day.

I'm phenomenally crap at art, for which I am sorry, the pink blob is me, in the top left picture
I'm running away from a squirrel, in the top right picture I'm fending off jedi squirrels :)

I should probably elaborate on the above story considering it's actually based on some truth. It was dusk, I was innocently walking through the graveyard outside my school with a group of friends; laughing, talking, stamping on and eating the walnuts which had fallen from the nearby trees when we spotted the Goliath of walnuts. I'd never seen a nut that big, it was massive, I had to have it. The only issue was height, I was about 5 feet tall at the time and no amount of jumping was going to get me to the nut, so I did what any rational person would do, I scoured around for a stick. Upon not finding aforementioned stick I decided to throw a rock at the walnut so I could bludgeon it off the tree. Thoughts of treasuring the walnut forever were in my mind, what I did not anticipate however was the squirrel nest. Within seconds a group of irate squirrels flew out of their bundle of sticks, running in all directions. Panic ensued, I told my friends to save themselves, that I would remain behind and fend off the angst-ridden squirrels, however when I turned around I found that the bastards had already thought of this plan for themselves. The next part is a haze but I can just remember watching the squirrels eventually returning to their partially broken home from on top of a park bench (- for some reason I had thought that these expert climbers who could jump from tree to tree with such grace and ease couldn't get to me if I curled up in a ball on a bench made up of rotting wood), and as I peered up, I saw one of the grey terrors pick up Goliath from his resting place and make off with it. The only thing I had then to remember my plight was cold, cold shame and constant reference to it for the next few weeks :(

The moral of the story - don't throw stones near squirrel nests, especially if your aim is amongst the worst in the county.