Squirrels overran our yard the following summer. The trees never stopped with their bustling. Hard, jagged husks littered the front walkway, curbing my tendency to go outside barefoot. Getting out of my car one afternoon, I could’ve sworn a pecan was thrown at me. I dodged it, looked up and saw a squirrel perched on a limb, frozen in place, fuzzy tail flat against the branch.

~ Teresa Tumminello Brader @ 971 Menu