In my backyard, there is a big mango tree, laden with luscious green fruit. Or at least, it was. I’ve been noticing lately that more of them end up on the ground than can be accounted for by the wind.
So the other day, the kids and I were playing back there, when I noticed a squirrel sneaking up into my tree. There was some commotion up in the branches, then Thunk! Down comes a big green mango. More rustling, then another, and another. Little bastard. So of course, my children wander over, because there are Interesting Things on the ground, especially sticks, and no sooner do I advise them to get out from under the tree than the bastard squirrel drops a mango on my girl’s head. No harm done, thankfully, but I’m suddenly very glad we don’t have coconuts.
On an unrelated note, I’m suddenly taking an interest in airsoft guns…