beware of french squirrels
it’s four a.m. and i can’t sleep so here’s another summer anecdote from my mapping project in france
we were gathered around a laptop in camp watching the inbetweeners one lazy sunny afternoon, when we started to feel bits of tree fall on us from above
after much puzzlement and chunks of pine cone in our eyes we realised that a naughty red squirrel had positioned himself directly above us and was pulling apart the tree just to drop on our heads
i guess he took offense at the word “clunge”



