It's Getting Hot In Here

To a hungry squirrel, you're just a big walnut.

One thing you notice this winter in the nation's capital is all the fat squirrels. This morning, a balmy 60 degree February Tuesday, they seemed to be everywhere, looking robust, cocky even, as they dug up acorns from the soft ground. Every warm winter, I always overhear somebody saying, "This global warming ain't half-bad." Sure, you can swim any day in November. But come August, when the sun is baking the earth into clay and it's 114 in the shade, those squirrels will start getting hungry. And god help the poor bastard who runs afoul of their gnashing, yellow fangs.