PF...that's actually a chipmonk.

the acorn is the thing that's being torn apart and consumed.

I'm slowly coming to grips with the concept of my being a mortal.

I climb down from the bed of the truck instead of jumping over the side.
I make two trips instead of trying to carry everything in one lumbering trip.
I feel aches and pains a lot more now.
I sleep with my dog cuddled up next to me



I lose pretty much everything I touch!