This is especially funny to me, given I was just reading about psycho squirrels on crevette‘s journal.
I am upstairs, studying for the Pharm lecture exam tonight when there is a noise right over my head. thuddathudda-thuddathudda-thweee!
I look up in time to see a squirrel go by the window, as Newton is proved aright again. He (the squirrel, not Sir Isaac) looked very distressed. I get up and look out the window and towards the ground. There is no squirrel. He is nowhere to be seen. Evidently, it is quite shameful (for a squirrel) to miss the tree they’re leaping onto from your roof. He’s probably hiding somewhere.